Quotes About Control

How much control are we willing to surrender for the sake of allowing creativity to move through us rather than our trying to flog it forward for agendas of our own?

Anger is not the action itself. It is action's invitation.

When we feel anger, we are often very angry that we feel anger.

A la ira hay que escucharla. La ira es una voz, un grito, un ruego, una exigencia. A la ira hay que respetarla. ¿Por qué? Porque la ira es un mapa . La ira nos muestra dónde están nuestros límites. Nos marca a dónde queremos ir. Nos permite ver dónde hemos estado y nos hace saber cuándo no nos ha gustado.

Ye gods! But you're not standing around holding it by the hand all this time. No. [...] [T]he dough takes care of itself. [...] While you cannot speed up the process, you can slow it down at any point by setting the dough in a cooler place [...] then continue where you left off, when you are ready to do so. In other words, you are the boss of that dough.

But cockteasing is also a metaphor: she is someone who will manipulate your inner self while holding hers back from you.

If you want to make people pay attention to what you're saying, you don't raise your voice but lower it: this is what really commands attention.

I don't ever want to get old. Spare me that. Have you the power? No, even you don't have the power, alas.

someone who will manipulate your inner self while holding hers back from you.

Adrian also took charge of his own life, he took command of it, he took it in his hands—and then out of them. How few of us—we that remain—can say that we have done the same? We muddle along, we let life happen to us, we gradually build up a store of memories. There is the question of accumulation, but not in the sense that Adrian meant, just the simple adding up and adding on of life. And as the poet pointed out, there is a difference between addition and increase.

Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn't love. I don't know what you call it instead, but it isn't love.

If we had the choice, then there would be a question. But we don't, so there isn't. Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn't love. I don't know what you call it instead, but it isn't love.

Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn't love. I don't know what you call it instead, but it isn't love.

Those who survive, or excel, or overmaster are merely those who are better organised and wave bigger guns; those who are better at killing.

He took his own life' is the phrase; but Adrian also took charge of his own life, he took command of it, he took it in his hands—and then out of them. How few of us—we that remain—can say that we have done the same?

Destiny. It was just a grand term for something you could do nothing about.

She said I'd poison his mind and make him a fascist. I said she'd poison his body and make him an addict.

She spoke like a tsar issuing a ukase, and it was clear she would brook no further argument.

No one is moral among the god-controlled puppets of the Iliad. Good and evil do not exist.

Every god is a jealous god after the breakdown of the bicameral mind.

My memories will be erased and then I'll be force-fed the story from the society pages?

I was anxious to take some action that I could control; to establish something that was mine alone.

Jules was frozen with incredulity. In truth, he could not speak. He was touched by the display of honor in two country squires, and by the humbling - in truth hilarious - definitive evidence that some things were beyond his control. And life knew what was best for him better than he did, and had brought it to him, not with graceful precision, but with magnificent, ridiculous poetry.

Just a vicar. And with those words she'd tried to reduce him to something manageable, maneuverable, understandable. She'd given no thought as to what the word truly meant. Or why his control was so necessary. It was in proportion to how much he felt and how much he needed to give day after day.