Quotes About Control

Can't decide whether dolly has exceptional emotional control or none at all.

To myself I whispered that I still had my gun, and was still a free man -- free to trace the fugitive, free to destroy my brother.

It is Self 1's mistrust of Self 2 which causes both the interference called "trying too hard" and that of too much self-instruction. The

One caution about "the zone": it cannot be controlled by Self 1. I have seen many articles that claim to provide a technique for "playing in the zone every time." Forget it! This is a setup. It's an age-old trap.

fully. Still, I found that like most tyrants, Self 1 didn't like losing control and resisted efforts to minimize his influence.

Stability grows as I learn to accept what I cannot control and take control of what I can.

Once you can understand something in a way that you can shove it into a computer, you have cracked its code, transcended any particularity it might have at a given time. It was as if we had become the gods of vision and had effectively created all possible images, for they would merely be reshufflings of the bits in the computers we had before us, completely under our control.

We are most often stressed when we can't take control of events which affect our lives.

He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself is mightier still

Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish. Do not overdo it.

People are difficult to govern because they have too much knowledge.

To conquer others is to have power. To conquer yourself is to know the way.

Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength, mastering yourself is true power.

No further issues with Corinne Bishop or her kin in Detroit?" "Hunter didn't seem to be concerned," Gideon replied. "Said he had the situation under control." Lucan grunted, wry despite the weight of the discussion previously under way. "Where've I heard that line before? Famous last words from more than one of us over the course of the past year and a half.

yeah, maybe I should make you scream for me," he uttered against her skin. "I want every male in this building to know that you belong to me. Only me.

Too much power is never a good thing. It corrupts even the strongest.

Until I say otherwise, we're still on my terms, Miss Gates," he warned her, his voice rough and thick with promise. "Don't think I'm finished with you yet.

I saw her, and I knew I had to have her. On my canvas. In my bed. At my total mercy.

If control was what he needed tonight, I am only too glad to surrender all of mine. Anything if it means he'll keep driving his cock into me as if he can't get close enough, can't go deep enough. He needs this, and I revel in the fact that it is me who's giving him this.

I've got a mind to turn you over my knee and spank the spoiled hell out of you

and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.

Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn't dare get in his way.

Kiss me again without my permission, " she whispered against his lips, "and I'll geld you and sell your balls to a Ruthanian specialty meats shop. Understood?" "You won't do that," he whispered back. "You'd miss them too much." Sin snorted and made the blade disappear into her pocket as she stepped back. "Men are always overestimating the worth of their genitals." ~Sin to Con

Sex had always been a weapon, a tool, the only form of currency that never ran out.