Quotes About Control

I don't think he was ashamed of anything those hands had done—proud of it, in fact—but all the same they were a problem, because they shaped other people's perceptions of him in ways he couldn't control.

What you're saying is, OK the war isn't being fought for the reasons we're told but it is being fought for a reason. It's not benefiting the people it's supposed to be benefiting but it is benefiting somebody. And I don't believe that, you see. I think things are actually much worse than you think because there isn't any kind of rational justification left. It's become a self-perpetuating system. Nobody benefits. Nobody's in control. Nobody knows how to stop.

SM is an art. Doing it well requires more than a bag full of expensive whips and exotic electrical toys, a closet full of fetish clothes, or a basement filled with bondage furniture.

S/M flies in the face of every attempt the state makes to appropriate our bodies, our labor, our time, and our imaginations.…the state is deeply offended by any group of people who say, 'My body doesn't belong to you, it belongs to me, so fuck off'…

Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.

Her view of men was one-dimensional, but not inaccurate: men were prisoners of their genitalia and women were the keepers of the keys to paradise.

I had the need to be the good master, but definitely the master, no matter what the cost.

I've written more about my parents than any writer in the history of the world, and I still return to their mysterious effigies as I try to figure out what it all means—some kind of annunciation or maybe even a summing-up They still exert immense control over me even though they've been dead for so long. But I can conjure up their images without exerting a thimbleful of effort.

Sergeant Hicks seemed to be laid out in squares as though he were constructed out of cinder blocks. There was a hardness to his body that made his uniform appear to be little more than a paint job. He walked as if each step he took was driving a hated enemy toward a precipice.

Jack Welch, the architect of GE's turnaround, said it this way: "The world is moving at such a pace that control has become a limitation. It slows you down."6 Welch's aim is not to find better ways to control workers but rather to liberate them.7 Welch's concept of a boundaryless organization is his way to liberate GE workers from the "chains" of command.

if you speak of this I will tear out your voice and top it down the nearest drain

You can weave your life so long—only so long, and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued.

You can weave your life so long—only so long," Coren says to Sybel, "and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued.

Any individual who truly has a lot of social status has enough power that he or she doesn't need to use force.

We articulate our fears, like children in the dark, giving them names in order to tame them.

What was it about a woman—a certain kind of woman—standing at the mercy of men—righteous, civic-minded men, with the moral force of public outrage on their side—that could sometimes be secretly, shamefacedly titillating?

He resorted to tyranny—the favored fallback of English aristocrats when democracy wasn't going their way.

You either let some event ruin your life or not. The decision is yours.

Happiness was a little like flying a kite, she thought, like being a kite. It depended on how much one let the string out-

Given the same circumstances, I could break you down and make you kill someone. It might take different methods from the ones Bruno used on me, but it could be done. What else do you think keeps the totalitarian states going?

Happiness was a little like flying, she thought, like being a kite. It depended on how much one let the string out.

They'd had their minds snatched, their souls snared, their peckers hung with golden chains attached to the women in their lives.

Fancy going out into the world under the impression that you can always have your own way! Would anything be more likely to lead to disaster?

So much hair and so badly controlled.