Quotes About Control

Don't listen to her, Monique. She almost strangled me and threw me against the wall with unbelievable strength. She is unclean." Raven rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I'm beginning to wish I did have all that power you think I have. I'd find a way to keep you from talking.

Disorder keeps increasing if things are left to themselves.

Trying to control someone like that is like trying to hold water in your hand. It just makes a man insane." "So, basically, if you locked her up, she might kick your balls right up into your stomach and then smile at you as you're lying on the floor." "Basically." Jack shot him a grin. "Good for her

He bent over her, a dark, imposing figure exuding power. His silver eyes glittered at her. "Hear me, Savannah. If you believe nothing else about me, believe this. You belong to me, with me. No one will ever attempt to take you from me and live. No one." His voice was low, beautiful, and all the more deadly for it.

Mine. He nearly spat the word. Telling her. Wanting that word branded into her bones. Wanting his name carved deep into her soul. She. Was. 'His'. His everything.

Do not release the human. Like I had planned to run right in and do a very stupid thing , she sent back as sarcastically as she was able. She had enough problems without Mikhail treating her as if she didn't have a brain. Don't worry, I'm considering gagging him, and you too, if you keep it up.

Woman, you could drive a man to his knees

He breathed away all the anger, all emotions, cloaking himself with Grace and everything in him settled, once more allowing complete control.

Take command of your woman, Mikhail. That is the best advice I can give you." "She needs to feel free." Gregori's eyebrow shot up. "She is essential to the existence of our species. You need to keep her under tight protection." He meant under control, and disapproval tinged his tone. Mikhail burst out laughing. "I want to see you find a lifemate, Gregori, one like Raven. She will hold you in the palm of her hand.

Because you're such a dick—tator." He found himself smiling all over again.

I need you just to breathe, Shea , he admitted starkly. I am sorry that terrifies you. I wish that I had more control, but I cannot be alone like that, not ever again. I try to keep my presence in you but a shadow. Perhaps with time I can let go a bit. Being with me terrifies you, but being without you terrifies me. A note of amusement crept in. We are so compatible.

He wasn't going to get caught staring at her and reveal that she had the upper hand.

Come, Raven. We must leave now." Andre snapped his fingers, holding out his hand. The vampire's face was flushed with fresh blood. The glow of evil was in his eyes; his mouth twisted with cruelty. You cannot allow him to touch you. Mikhail's dictating was grating on already raw nerves. I am not stupid.

Why do you force what I would have given, had you simply asked? She held her breath, feeling his puzzlement. I am sorry, little one. I am used to getting my way with the least amount of effort. Even at the expense of simple courtesy? Sometimes it is more expedient. She punched the pillow. You need to work on your arrogance. Simply because you possess power does not mean you have to flaunt it.

Thank God I didn't kill him. I wanted to bash him one but, you know, without the consequences of him dying.

Vittorio practiced discipline at all times. This was one of those times when he needed to stay very calm. Deep inside, the volcano that could emerge was at a boiling point.

You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled. She flashed him another smile, tugging at her wrist to remind him to release her. "I think you know what's between us would be worth nothing if you forced me to do your will in everything.

Who are you? The woman was calmer now, determined to stay in control now that an outside source was working with her. Raven took a breath, let it out. What was the most reassuring way to answer? Raven Whitney would hardly inspire confidence.

Mikhail watched as she snapped off her light, lay on the bed. He felt the stirring in his mind, the searching. Are you awake? Her question was tentative. At first he refused to answer, not liking that he needed this so much. He couldn't afford to be out of control; he didn't dare. Nothing, no one, could have such power over him. Certainly not some slip of an American, a small woman with more strength than good sense.

In the history of the world, no censor has ever been looked back on with respect.

The big companies dictate the terms and use their lawyers as henchmen.

Poor old George Orwell got it hopelessly wrong, forever worrying about state control when he should have been more afraid of the opposite. The political parties absented themselves and became mere functionaries for the real centre of power—the banks.

To be tricked into thinking that you have freedom is worse than being told what to do.

But something about Baxter made people uneasy and therefore compliant. It had always been that way, but never more so than now. With his prison tats and those cold eyes, Baxter was the alpha dog in pretty much any room he entered.