Quotes About Control

Sabe bien que Dmitri se burla de él a sus espaldas. Dice que es "el hombre de razón", cuyas pasiones están siempre bajo control. Una vez Dmitri preguntó:"¿Qué mundo sería este si todos aceptáramos el imperio de la razón?". Y respondió: "Un mundo muy, muy aburrido". A él le gustaría replicar: "Tal vez sea aburrido, pero mejor que un mundo sometido al imperio de las pasiones".

Empire dooms itself to live in history and plot against history. One thought alone preoccupies the submerged mind of Empire: how not to end, how not to die, how to prolong its era. By day it pursues its enemies. It is cunning and ruthless, it sends its bloodhounds everywhere. By night it feeds on images of disaster: the sack of cities, the rape of populations, pyramids of bones, acers of desolation.

Laws are made for one purpose only (...) to hold us in check when our desires grow immoderate. As long as our desires are moderate we have no need of laws.

Writers like to believe they're in control of their material, but that's just a comforting lie. After more than twenty-five years of making my life as storyteller, it's become extremely -sometimes painfully- clear to me that I'm just a vehicle, a way for the story to get out into the world. But it's the story itself that does the telling.

Hatred . . . When it comes to men and sex, David, nothing surprises me any more. Maybe, for men, hating the woman makes sex more exciting. You are a man, you ought to know. When you have sex with someone strange - when you trap her, hold her down, get her under you, put all your weight on her - isn't it a killing? Pushing the knife in; exiting afterwards, leaving the body behind covered in blood - doesn't it feel like murder, like getting away with murder?

I believe there's a hand that guides us. It just isn't always a gentle one. Or one that seems fair at the time. But I dunno, I try to trust in it now. When I freak, I just try to... shit, I guess trust in it. Because at the end of the day, what else can you do? Choice only gets you so far. Reasoning and planning too. The rest... it's up to someone else. Where we end up, who we know, what happens to the people we love... we don't have a lot of control over any of it.

V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin. Take off your coat. Excuse me? Take it off. No. I want it off. Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you.

I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you? Now, we can be civilized and wait until we get home. Or we can get down to it right here. Either way, I'm dying to come inside of you again, and you're not going to say no. - Wrath to Beth

Qhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.

When order in study was finally reestablished, Wrath looked downright nasty. Next one of you mouthy assholes makes me pound my desk again, I'm throwing you the fuck out. On that note, he reached down, picked up the cowering ninety-pounds retriever, and settled George in his lap. You're freaking out my dog and it's pissing me off.

On the chessboard of his godforsaken existence, the pieces were lined up, the play preordained. Man, so many times in life you didn't get to pick your path because the way you went was decided for you. Free will was such bullshit. -Vishous's thoughts

Bottom line? As much as you wanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn't going to be what you wanted.

What are the rules, The cop said. There are none. Vishous spread his stance and braced himself. Do whatever you want...but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.

I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mothership called

Phury stepped up in front of her, blocking the view as leaned down and put his mouth right to Throe's ear. As he squeezed Throe's biceps until it screamed in pain, the Brother growled softly, You get hard and I'll castrate you as soon as she leaves. Well .. If that wasn't crystal clear.

As much as we have free choice, absolute destiny is immutable. What is meant to happen does, through one measure or another.

Carving? Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait. Jane whistled under her breath. Do I get to do it? He barked a laugh. No! Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.

Come to think of it, that word (choice) shouldn't be applied to people's destinies. Ever. Choice should be relegated to TV and meals: You could choose NBC over CBS or steak instead of chicken. But take the concept any further than the stove or the remote control and the word just didn't apply. - V

So what'd you do to the lesser?" a male voice said. "I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off," another one answered. "He didn't come down for breakfast, you feel me?

In an earlier life, were you a pair of brakes? Try a brick wall.

For no good reason, he thought of Xhex. Xhex was a thunderstorm made up of hues of black and iron gray, power leashed but no less lethal for its control. Cormia was a sunny day cast in rainbow of brightness. He put his hand over his heart and bowed to her, then left. As he started up for his room, he wondered whether he liked the storm or the sunshine better.

This is calm, cool, and collected, you little bitch. You don't want to see me pissed off.

Rhage burning deep inside Uncontrollable Phury, unable to hide Trust me and I'll let my Wrath begin This Tohrment building up within My Vischous attitude will shine through .........I'll let my Tehrror free on you -my own zsadist quote from the black dagger brotherhood that i found online

Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see 'em?