Squeeze meaning

Verb: squeeze

Pronunciation: (skweez)

Squeeze meaning:

• Use force to compress, making out of normal shape or condition

Synonyms: squash, crush, squelch, mash, squish, squidge 

• Press firmly

• Force to fit into (or through) a tight space

Synonyms: wedge, force, squash, sardine 

• To cause to do through pressure or necessity, by physical, moral or intellectual means

Synonyms: coerce, hale, pressure, force 

• Obtain by coercion or intimidation

Synonyms: extort, rack, gouge, wring 

• Press or force

Synonyms: thrust, stuff, shove 

• Press tightly between the fingers

Synonyms: pinch, twinge, tweet, nip, twitch 

• Hold (someone) tightly in your arms, usually with fondness

Synonyms: embrace, hug, bosom 

• Bring together or compress

Synonyms: compress, constrict, compact, contract, press

Noun: squeeze

Pronunciation:(skweez)

Squeeze meaning:

• The act of gripping and pressing firmly

Synonyms: squeezing 

• A state in which there is a short supply of cash to lend to businesses and consumers and interest rates are high

Synonyms: credit crunch, liquidity crisis 

• A situation in which increased costs cannot be passed on to the customer

• [slang] A person’s girlfriend or boyfriend

• A twisting squeeze

Synonyms: wring 

• An aggressive attempt to compel acquiescence by the concentration or manipulation of power

Synonyms: power play, squeeze play 

• A tight or amorous embrace

Synonyms: hug, clinch 

• The act of forcing yourself (or being forced) into or through a restricted space

• (baseball) the act of bunting in an attempt to score a runner from third

Derived forms: squeezed, squeezes, squeezing
Quotations:

1. Veronica Roth – You think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you’re small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you’re wrong.He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife? My skin tingles at the point of contact, like he’s transmitting electricity through his skin. My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press, he says, his fingers squeezing at the word break. My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe. His dark eyes lifting to mine, he adds, But I resist it. Why, I swallow hard. Why is that your first instinct? Fear doesn’t shut you down; it wakes you up. I’ve seen it. It’s fascinating. He releases me but doesn’t pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. Sometimes I just want to see it again. Want to see you awake.
2. Nicholas Sparks – Do you love me? I asked her. She smiled. Yes. Do you want me to be happy? as I asked her this I felt my heart beginning to race. Of course I do. Will you do something for me then? She looked away, sadness crossing her features. I don’t know if I can anymore.She said, but if you could, would you? I cannot adequately describe the intensity of what I was feeling at that moment. Love, anger, sadness, hope, and fear, whirling together sharpened by the nervousness I was feeling. Jamie looked at me curiously and my breaths became shallower. Suddenly I knew that I’d never felt as strongly for another person as I did at that moment. As I returned her gaze, this simple realization made me wish for the millionth time that I could make all this go away. Had it been possible, I would have traded my life for hers. Since I had to accept that it was not within my power to cure her, what I wanted to do was give her something that she’d wanted. It was what my heart had been telling me to do all along. Jamie, I understood then, had already given me the answer I’d been searching for, the answer my heart needed to find. She’d told me outside Mr. Jenkins office, the night we’d asked him about doing the play. I smiled softly, and she returned my affection with a slight squeeze of my hand, as if trusting me in what I was about to do. Encouraged, I leaned closer and took a deep breath. When I exhaled, these were the words that flowed with my breath. Will you marry me?
3. Dang Thuy Tram – Come to me, squeeze my hand, know my loneliness, and give me the love, the strength to prevail on the perilous road before me.
4. Colleen Hoover – When life gives you lemons, make sure you know whose eyes you need to squeeze them in.
5. Sarah J. Maas – I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don’t know. I don’t really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. And if I had not met my mate., His words failed him as silver lined his eyes. He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have. The wait was worth it. He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to, so I could find you. He kissed another tear away.
6. Carol Rifka Brunt – I really wondered why people were always doing what they didn’t like doing. It seemed like life was a sort of narrowing tunnel. Right when you were born, the tunnel was huge. You could be anything. Then, like, the absolute second after you were born, the tunnel narrowed down to about half that size. You were a boy, and already it was certain you wouldn’t be a mother and it was likely you wouldn’t become a manicurist or a kindergarten teacher. Then you started to grow up and everything you did closed the tunnel in some more. You broke your arm climbing a tree and you ruled out being a baseball pitcher. You failed every math test you ever took and you canceled any hope of being a scientist. Like that. On and on through the years until you were stuck. You’d become a baker or a librarian or a bartender. Or an accountant. And there you were. I figured that on the day you died, the tunnel would be so narrow, you’d have squeezed yourself in with so many choices, that you just got squashed.
7. Jamie McGuire- Did you forget I was with you? Are you trying to get me killed? It’s hard to forget you’re behind me when your thighs are squeezing the life out of me. A smirk came with his next thought. I couldn’t think of a better way to die, actually.There is something very wrong with you.
8. Ally Carter – Dancing. Come on. You can do it. It’s a lot like navigating through a laser grid. It requires rhythm. He moved her hips to the beat of the distant music. And patience. He spun her around slowly and back toward him. And it’s only fun if you trust your partner. The dip was so slow, so smooth that Kat didn’t know it was happening until the world was already turned upside down and Hale’s face was inches from her own.Count me in, Kat. He squeezed her tighter. You should always count me in.
9. Leigh Bardugo – I want you to stay. I want you to- I want you. You want me. She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand. And how will you have me, Kaz? He looked at her then, eyes fierce, mouth set. It was the face he wore when he was fighting. How will you have me? she repeated. Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch? I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.
10. Alexandra Bracken – Liam cleared his throat again and turned to fully face me. So, it’s the summer and you’re in Salem, suffering through another boring, hot July, and working part-time at an ice cream parlor. Naturally, you’re completely oblivious to the fact that all of the boys from your high school who visit daily are more interested in you than the thirty-one flavors. You’re focused on school and all your dozens of clubs, because you want to go to a good college and save the world.  And your dad hates me because he thinks I’m corrupting his beautiful, sweet daughter, but still lets me visit from time to time. That’s when you tell me about tutoring a girl named Suzume, who lives a few cities away, but who’s the coolest little girl on the planet, I manage to squeeze out.

Sample sentences:

1. If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were.My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt, freeing it. Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist. No, I won’t let you. Trust me, I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own.  Peeta leans down and kisses me once, very gently. The count of three,he says. We stand, our backs pressed together, our empty hands locked tight. Hold them out. I want everyone to see. I spread out my fingers, and the dark berries glisten in the sun. I give Peeta’s hand one last squeeze as a signal, as a good-bye, and we begin counting. One, Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe they don’t care if we both die. Three, It’s too late to change my mind. I lift my hand to my mouth taking one last look at the world. The berries have just passed my lips when the trumpets begin to blare. 
2. I don’t want to lose you. His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. But you don’t want to keep me, either, do you? To that, he had no response.
3. Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.It creeps on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes by your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you almost can’t breathe. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out of every corner. It’s a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you’re struggling to stand up. You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin. You doubt you doubt you doubt. do I, don’t I, should I, why won’t I. And even when you’re ready to let go. When you’re ready to break free. When you’re ready to be brand-new. Loneliness is an old friend stand beside you in the mirror, looking you in the eye, challenging you to live your life without it. You can’t find the words to fight yourself, to fight the words screaming that you’re not enough never enough never ever enough. Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion. Sometimes it just won’t let go.
4. Who was the guy who first looked at a cow and said I think I’ll drink whatever comes out of these when I squeeze them?
5. I’m scared I’ll never feel this again with anyone else, I whisper.He squeezes my hands. I’m scared you will.
6. If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colors suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colors become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire.
7. I wished she’d never stop squeezing me. I wished I could spend the rest of my life as a child, being slightly crushed by someone who loved me.
8. Though Will was saying earlier, Tessa added, that heroes all come to bad ends, and he could not imagine why anyone would want to be one, anyway. Ah. Jem’s hand squeezed hers briefly, and then let it go. Well, Will is looking at it from the hero’s viewpoint, isn’t he? But as for the rest of us, it’s an easy answer. Is it? Of course. His voice was almost a whisper now. Heroes endure because we need them. Not for their own sake. If Will.
9. Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information? Bones asked, getting back to the subject. You to take me, she replied at once. Not gonna happen! I spat, squeezing him possessively. Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That’s when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand.
10. I don’t know. I really don’t. While I was in the living room, I kept asking myself what I really wanted in life. She squeezed his hand. And do you know what the answer was? The answer was that I wanted two things. First, I want you. I want us. I love you and I always have.
11. Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have. For instance, if you wake up to the sound of twittering birds, and find yourself in an enormous canopy bed, with a butler standing next to you holding a breakfast of freshly made muffins and hand-squeezed orange juice on a silver tray, you will know that your day will be a splendid one. If you wake up to the sound of church bells, and find yourself in a fairly big regular bed, with a butler standing next to you holding a breakfast of hot tea and toast on a plate, you will know that your day will be ok.
12. She would smile and show no surprise, convinced as she was, the same as I, that casual meetings are apt to be just the opposite, and that people who make dates are the same kind who need lines on their writing paper, or who always squeeze up from the bottom on a tube of toothpaste.
13. Go ahead. You’re not going to walk in on anyone. I’m home alone. The whole night? Immediately, I realized it might not have been the smartest thing to say. Dorothea will be coming soon. That was a lie. Dorothea was long gone. It was close to midnight. Dorothea? Our housekeeper. She’s old- but strong. Very strong. I tried to squeeze past him. Unsuccessfully. Sounds frightening, he said, retrieving the key from the lock. He held it out for me. She can clean a toilet inside and out in under a minute. More like terrifying.
14. Discipline allows magic. To be a writer is to be the very best of assassins. You do not sit down and write every day to force the Muse to show up. You get into the habit of writing every day so that when she shows up, you have the maximum chance of catching her, bashing her on the head, and squeezing every last drop out of that bitch.
15. Kids. You gotta love them. I adore children. A little salt, a squeeze of lemon-perfect.
16. We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I held him, my hands balled into tight fists around his shoulders, and he wrapped his short arms around me and squeezed tight, so that I felt the heaves of his chest as we realized over and over again that we were still alive. I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn’t matter when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.
17. This flirting is all well and good, but I mean it when I tell you, I cant have you leaving me again. It almost broke me. My ribs seemed to squeeze all of the air out of my lungs at the thought. I don’t think I could. I don’t want to be away from you again either. But you need to give me a chance to fix things when I screw up. You know I’m an ass sometimes. 
18. Thorne shuffled his feet. You know, if it was a bad kiss, you can just say so. She stiffened. That’s not at all what I, Wait. Did you think it was a bad kiss? No, he said, with an abrupt, clumsy laugh.  I thought it was, He cleared his throat. But there were clearly a lot of expectations, and a lot of pressure, and. He squirmed in the chair. We were going to die, you know. I know. She squeezed her knees into her chest. And, no, it wasn’t  I didn’t think it was a bad kiss. Oh, thank the stars.
19. It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.
20. I will always love you, Kellan. Your heart is safe with me. Kellan pulled me into a hug and let out a long, shaky breath as he held me. Promise? he whispered? I squeezed him just a little bit tighter. I promise. Pulling back, I rested my forehead against his. Not loving you isn’t possible. Trust me, I tried.