Quotes About Control

Who wants to be around someone that can change them? Too much power to let another person have!

Really, how much of a relationship can she think they're having when he's still "selecting" her every morning?

Said he had more immediate problems than the fate of the world and he was sure we'd figure it out, considering how controlling and micromanaging Ryodan was about everything he owned—and as he believed he owned the entire world and everything in it, and could play with it all like his personal chess set—the bastard would surely find a way to patch things up to his liking. He

maintain that blaming them for Besseta commissioning them to enchant me would be akin to blaming the blade for drawing blood. 'Tis the hand that wields the dagger, not the dagger itself.

A part of me wishes they'd all just stand up and battle to the death. Make it simple. Take control through bloodshed and war.

Careful with that thing, lass. Unless it pleases you to ruin my shirts.

You cannot control me, lass. No one can," he said wearily. "If I give to you, it is because I choose to give to you. And Lisa, I would choose to give you everything, if you would but permit.

He would seduce her so thoroughly that she would no longer be able to conceive of herself apart from him; she would be his for the taking, anytime he wanted, anywhere, and in any way he chose to take her, able to deny him nothing. He

Nay," he agreed. "I am bigger. Stronger. Better.

What is he thinking? You're the Mega. You don't take Wolverine's claws!" "I know, right?

God does not step in and adjust minute details on a whim.

I like threatening, handling, and conquering and excel at it.

I know a few universals like: he who can destroy a thing controls it. Not that I get off on destroying things but when you get backed against a wall, coming out with both guns blazing is pretty much your only choice. I want enough power to void a contract, enough to quit my job, permanent-like.

lust, greed, desire, and supremacy;

Why do you hate me?" "I have no emotion about you at all, Mac. I take care of my own. You are not my own." He moved past me, pressed his palm to the door, and stood waiting for me to exit. "Barrons wants you to see your parents so as you go about your business you will remember they are here. With me." "Lovely," I muttered. "I suffer them to live, against my better judgment, as a favor to Barrons. He's running out of favors. Remember that.

Still, I seem to be stuck on a runaway train, barreling down the track despite all warnings that I'm about to jump it and either crash into something horrific or end up in a no-man's-land without a compass. My damned Highlander heart. I'm an Unseelie prince with Keltar chivalry in my blood that will never cease governing my actions so long as my heart beats. No woman, no person should ever have to live without choices, without control over their life.

Still irritable and defiant, despite her fear. She's a piece of work. "That's a risk we're both taking. We don't know each other. Do you really want to stay in the bottle?" "For now," she says tightly, "I think so, yes." "Fine. Have it your way. If you come out, you must come directly to me, and I will set the parameters you must obey. Deal?" "Deal.

Nothing is in my control. Well, there's one thing that is… Deliberately, I employ what was long one of Dani's favorite words, which I know irritates him. I'm spoiling for a fight to dump aggression, and we're both unbreakable

I still possess the True Magic even if I can't use it, and he doesn't.

Just the latest piece of ass, McCabe." I no longer had to bite down. I was speechless. McCabe laughed. "She talk?" "Not unless I tell her to. Her mouth's usually too full.

expect to get it. It doesn't work like that." "Of course it does." "Does not." She says blankly, "In what kingdom in what universe doesn't it work like that?" "The only one that matters: mine!" I thunder. Whirling

If that was how he asserted his control, she might just have to challenge his authority more often.

A part of him wanted to cram his reality down her throat, forcing her to accept him, with no excuses offered. A wiser part of him, the man he'd used to be, warned against such ruthlessness.

I handled it carefully, aware of my heightened strength. I'd bent the door of the Maybach when I'd shut it too hard. Barrons was still pissed about it. Nobody likes a door-slammer, he'd growled.