Quotes About Control

I have tissues right where students can reach them but have noticed that girls often avoid taking one. It's as though needing to use a tissue suggests that they have totally lost control of their feelings.

When teens are trapped with parents who would rather flaunt their power than negotiate on even minor points, it doesn't always end so well.

Oh, for the love of God. There is no agent more agent than you. I swear you have pin-striped ties encrypted into your DNA. When you die, the coffin is going to read Property of the FBI.

There's no controlling what Fate hands you...and in my experience, it rarely seem to give you exactly what you need at the exact moment you need it. ...Just remember this, it's the way we deal with what Fate hands us that defines who we are

Being reactive is like experiencing the world on choppy seas, always at the whim of the weather.

The difference between being reactive and being responsive is the difference between night and day.

Fury would be her downfall, she'd been told...Fury would push her over the edge of sanity.

I can't accept a man who insists on dominating and pampering me.

Something... activated... by psychic power. Do I have to explain weaponry, or can you manage that alone?' - Gabriel

The human memory is such a cruel, frustrating thing, the way it just discards things without asking permission, precious things. At least here, in my house, I have control over my memories.

didn't know who else to turn to. It gives the person you're trying to manipulate nowhere to go.

Voyeurism was a form of control, like mental abuse, like rape, like bullying. It was nothing to do with the physicality of the action, and all to do with the feeling of power it gave the perpetrator, the balancing out of delicate ids and egos.

As an adult man now of forty-one years old I have often used this refrain to get people to do what I want them to do. I didn't know who else to turn to. It gives the person your trying to manipulate nowhere to go. Their only option is to capitulate.

There was no beginning, middle and end to destiny, it wasn't neat and manageable. It was random and scary and if it wanted to it would.

She pictures his face, the way his jaw clenches together when he's displeased about something, the way his fist comes down upon inanimate objects when he's annoyed, the flare of his nostrils, the entitled tilt of his chin as he surveys the object of his displeasure.

Another drawn-out silence follows and Tallulah waits. Waits to be hit, waits to be screamed at, waits for the anger that exists so close to the tight seams of Zach's psyche finally to burst through. But it doesn't.

He didn't wait to be formed by the universe. He shaped the universe to his will.

Because Zach is a controller and she has to show him that she cannot and will not be controlled and that all the champagne and big, soft eyes and compliments and expensive fish in the world is not going to change that.

My life had actually begun. Or at least that's what I told myself. That's what I believed. It's only now that I can see how wrong I was. That I was just handing myself from the hands of one controlling person to another.

It was a train wreck happening right in front of me and I couldn't do anything about it, except that not only was I watching, I was also the train.

He was unbelievably hard. Everywhere. He was in control, infinitely stronger, and he wanted me to know it. -Ella

Once he had taken hold, he did not let go. It was not a handshake, it was a possession.

Surely it wouldn't harm you to try." "Oh, yes it would!" His jaw hardened as he labored to explain. "You're too inexperienced to understand, but…some men are possessed of a far greater sexual drive than others. I happen to be one of them. I can't go for long periods of time without—" He broke off impatiently as he saw her expression. "Damn it, Evie, it's unhealthy for a man not to release his seed regularly.

There's only one thing a bully respected: bigger bully.