Quotes About Control

Images of the Goddess help to break the hold of "male control" that has shaped our images not only of God, but of all significant power in the universe.

But every redhead's temper has its limitations.

When bosses become controlling and abusive, they put everyone into a fixed mindset. This means that instead of learning, growing, and moving the company forward, everyone starts worrying about being judged. It starts with the bosses' worry about being judged, but it winds up being everybody's fear about being judged. It's hard for courage and innovation to survive a company wide fixed mindset.

Instead of letting the experience define him, he took control of it.

Instead of letting the experience define him, he took control of it. He used it to become a better player and, he believes, a better person.

Then I realized something. I controlled half of the relationship, my half. I could have my half of the relationship.

If you are not aware of the story pattern you are living, the story plays you.

People think they own time. They have watches and clocks and digital pulses. But they are wrong. Time owns them.

And then those dusky lashes fluttered up, revealing a lambent gleam of jungle green. His hands circled her waist and she slowly flexed his hips, a wholly male sound of satisfaction escaping him when her eyes fluttered shut and she gasped. And then a small, secret, feminine smile appeared on her lips and Chase's control snapped like a power line in a high wind. Wrapping her in his arms, he began to pump into her in a slow, relentless rhythm that was both too much and not enough.

In attacking the problem of erosion control, one great handicap lies in the scarcity of people left to do the essential work. On a recent drive to our county seat thirty miles away, we could count only sixteen occupied homes, including those within half a mile on either side of the federal highway.

Consciousness is the monster and it wins.

I tell you to slow down and you don't listen and I almost love what a cunt you can be because one of these days you're gonna tie me to a bed and slap me and lord over me the way you lord over all people who get in your way. You're so revved up and I want to play with you and I do.

In his depraved mind, power would be the inability to connect with anyone. It would mean rising above the need for affection, for human touch.

He is ten feet away from the wire and his eyes are on the prize and he lifts his arms up in a V—ten feet turns into two feet—and he unclips his helmet—two feet turns into ten inches—and that is why Glenn is flying. It's almost beautiful and I wish you could see him. The man obsessed with control has none whatsoever and I swear to you, he is smiling while he swims in the air, screaming into the abyss. And then his bones meet the rocks. Crunch.

I wake up first. I go into your bathroom, into your tub and I piss all over the floor of the shower and mark my place, my home, you.

America, GET RID OF YOUR GOD DAMN GUNS.

Let it be known that I only punched him once and not in the face.

She is such a writer that she puts words in my mouth while I'm standing right here, rewriting life in real time, and no, she can't do this to me, to us.

When I get nasty like that, it's like I'm standing outside of myself and I know I'm being terrible and irrational but there's nothing I can do about it. I have serious PMS issues sometimes.

Of course, there is no simple answer. Trying to describe the process of becoming an alcoholic is like trying to describe air. It's too big and mysterious and pervasive to be defined. Alcohol is everywhere in your life, omnipresent, and you're both aware and unaware of it almost all the time; all you know is you'd die without it

it can keep you actively worried about specific things, about what you ate last night, and how your clothes are fitting, and whether or not you should go to the gym—it does a masterful job of keeping less tangible, more daunting matters at bay. The flood of options is reduced to a manageable trickle. Unnamed anxieties are replaced with tangible ones.

I'm still prone to periods of isolation, still more fearful of the world out there and more averse to pleasure and risk than I'd like to be; I still direct more energy toward controlling and minimizing appetites than toward indulging them.

I am convinced that the deepest desire within each of us is to be liberated from the controlling influences of our own psychic madness or patterns of fear. All other things—the disdain of ordinary life, the need to control others rather than be controlled, the craving for material goods as a means of security and protection against the winds of chaos—are external props that serve as substitutes for the real battle, which is the one waged within the individual soul.

Intention without discipline is useless.