Quotes About Control

The thing worth noting with manipulators is, curiously, once you realize what they are, they become strikingly easy to manipulate. —

Dynamite's not a scalpel. It's not even a fire axe. It's precise like a hand grenade. You don't control an explosion so much as politely suggest what you want it to do and then pray.

The Empire is just a skin we wear, you see. A shell. It's not just about law and order. It's about total control.

Writing is the act of creation. Put words on a page, words to sentences, sentences to paragraphs, paragraphs to seven-book epic fantasy cycles with books so heavy you could choke a hippo. But don't give writing too much power, either. A wizard controls his magic; it doesn't control him.

Unhealthy societies quashed truth-tellers, hid facts, and curtailed debate (often at the end of a sword or rifle). Information, as the saying went, wanted to be free.

Lies are like leashes. Tug them just so, and all who believe them will comply.)

Wohl niemand tanzt, wenn er nüchtern ist, er müsste denn den Verstand verloren haben.

The fruit of too much liberty is slavery.

Thus, being ignorant of its nature, the masses suppose that men of wealth, influence, and important family connections are the best...as a result of this error on the part of the commons, the wealth rather than the excellence of a few men has come to control the state

In anger, nothing right nor judicious can be done.

The 20th century has been characterized by three developments of great political importance: The growth of democracy, the growth of corporate power, and the growth of corporate propaganda as a means of protecting corporate power against democracy. —Alex Carey, social scientist

All these massive executive-power-consolidating, pound-you-up-the-fanny-whenever-the-urge-so-takes-me directives could simply be ordered not to exist anymore by me, as your next president, with the simple stroke of my pen. So

The accumulation of all powers, legislative, executive, and judiciary, in the same hands . . . is the definition of tyranny. —James Madison

I opened both eyes. Dread was sitting on my chest as if it were an animal. I mean, dread so real it had physical presence, like a Labrador retriever I could teach tricks to. Here, Dread. Sit, Dread. Roll over, Dread. Play dead, Dread.

The convention of not answering back allows able women a scornful superiority, flashing out in looks, in suppression of comment, withheld speech; quellingly disdainful, devastatingly critical, but always held in check. This pent-up power, secretly triumphant because unrealised, is the incendiary device at the heart of Jane Eyre, and of all Charlotte Brontë's works.

You could control what you did, if you wanted to....Was it efficient? Was it productive? ...So many people didn't bother -- a kind of stupidity...a lack of vision, or purpose. Anyone who said they just woke up and found themselves in the place they'd always wanted to be was lying; and anyone who believed such a person was a fool. It was all a matter of will.

First I will claim you with a mark to symbolize your willingness to suffer for me. I've chosen the single tail for your mark. You will choose where it lands.

He was the one who was making her heart pound with fear and desire. He was the one who would then calm her fears, only to kindle them again with a whisper, a touch, the stroke of a whip, the blade of a knife.

relaxation exercise. Close your eyes, take in a deep breath and hold it for several seconds. While you hold it, say to yourself, 'I exist for the pleasure of my Masters. This is what and where I want to be.' Then let out the breath in a long, slow exhale, releasing any nervous energy in the process.

His cock and balls ached. Christ, he wanted to fuck her. Forcing his own selfish desires aside, he smiled cruelly, though Jaime couldn't see.

hands pose for now, which was an endurance pose, forcing the sub to hold their arms out in front of them, elbows bent and touching, palms upturned. Placing an object, like a book, on their palms, made it even more difficult. If they failed to maintain the position for the prescribed time period, they would, of course, be punished.

Floor," he said instead. It took her a moment to react. Then, with a small nod, she lay face down on the mat and crossed her wrists behind her back.

Wheel," he said, his voice throaty with lust. As she lifted herself into the final position, he surreptitiously adjusted his cock in his pants. It was the perfect submissive offering—her body arched into a backbend, feet and hands braced flat on the mat, legs spread wide.

You need to be possessed, controlled, owned." Something