Quotes About Control

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-pound retriever, and settled George in his lap. "You're freaking out my dog and it's pissing me off." As

She smiled a little. You are a manipulator I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.

The one good thing about the Angels was they always colored within the lines. They had to. Suckers.

Loving someone gave them power over you, and she wasn't ready to do that just yet.

Add now you're mine. Do you understand that? You don't give this pussy to anyone else while we're playing. You're mine.

You need to relax. Maybe we should stop at a bar for alcohol first. For me or for them? For them, of course. It's important to get them loaded early in the day. Makes them easier to control.

When you actively turn your thoughts to all the bad consequences of the desires as they arise in you, the passion for them gradually dries up. As your passion diminishes, your mind comes under control. Firm, dedicated faith (sraddha) brings you the raw force of determination, will.

The refinement of an individual or a society is measured by the yardstick of how well greed and desires are controlled.

The only time they appear human is when you have a knife at their throats. The instant you remove it, they fall back into animality. Obscenity.

The wasteland that is your memory now comes under the absolute dictatorship of idols too terrible to mention.

Dean: God exists without qualms. As we roll along this way, I am positive beyond doubt that everything will be taken care of for us - that even you, as you drive, fearful of the wheel - the thing will go along of itself and you won't go off the road and I can sleep.

The American police are involved in psychological warfare against those Americans who don't frighten them with imposing papers and threats. It's a Victorian police force; it peers out of musty windows and wants to inquire about everything, and can make crimes if the crimes don't exist to its satisfaction.

Snap your finger stop the world - rain falls harder

When we make ourselves high priests of art we deceive ourselves again, art is like a genie. It is more powerful than ourselves, but only by virtue of ourselves does it exist and create. Like a genie it has no will of its own, and is, even somewhat stupid; but by our will it moves to build our gleaming palaces and provide a mistress for the palace, which is most important. The high priest is a cultist, who worships the genie that someone else has invoked.

Someone once said to me that if you want to make God laugh, just tell him your plans. Just tell him who you are.

Peace requires us to surrender our illusions of control. We can love and care for others but we cannot possess our children, lovers, family, or friends. We can assist them, pray for them, and wish them well, yet in the end their happiness and suffering depend on their thoughts and actions, not on our wishes.

A man with a club [bat] is a law-maker, a man to be obeyed, but not necessarily conciliated.

He must master or be mastered; while to show mecy was a weakness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed.

I'll have you know I do the swearing on this ship. If I need your assitance I'll call you. Capt. Wolf Larsen

John Thornton stood over Buck, struggling to control himself, too convulsed with rage to speak. If you strike that dog again, I'll kill you, he at last managed to say in a choking voice.

And so it came that White Fang learned that the right to punish was something the gods reserved for themselves and denied to the lesser creatures under them.

We will grind you revolutionists down under our heel, and we shall walk upon your faces. The world is ours, we are its lords, and ours it shall remain. As for the host of labor, it has been in the dirt since history began, and I read history aright. And in the dirt it shall remain so long as I and mine and those that come after us have the power. There is the word. It is the king of words—Power. Not God, not Mammon, but Power. Pour it over your tongue till it tingles with it. Power.

Who Has Won to Mastership

Surveillant anxiety is always a conjoined twin: The anxiety of those surveilled is deeply connected to the anxiety of the surveillers. But the anxiety of the surveillers is generally hard to see; it's hidden in classified documents and delivered in highly coded languages in front of Senate committees.