Quotes About Control

Those mesmerizing eyes stared right into hers with an intensity that caused her brain to do an abrupt control-alt-delete.

It had been too long since he had bedded a woman. Sir Ross Cannon could think of no other explanation for his reaction to Sophia Sydney... a response so powerful that he was forced to sit behind his desk to conceal a sudden, uncontrollable erection. Perplexed, he stared intently at the woman, wondering why her mere presence was enough to ignite such raging heat inside him. No one ever caught him off guard this way.

It required a great deal of Cam's willpower—and he had a considerable supply—not to skewer Christopher Frost with a dining utensil. He wanted her attention. All of it.

You need to tell me the truth," Griff said. "I'm starting to feel like a puppet in my own life." "I had to get an abortion. The next day," Luna said.

Luna fought hard to keep all her emotions, even joy, under the radar. But when an unruly emotion surfaced, it was merely an opening act. Anger was always the headliner.

You want to know if maybe Sam could have killed her," Luna said. "I don't think so. He had no motive other than keeping it a secret, and that wouldn't be much of a motive. Our prenup did not have a morals clause. If he killed her, it would have to be a crime of passion. He'd have to lose control. I can't conceive of what would precipitate that.

You are the designer of your destiny; you are the author of your story.

When the attorney asked Kassandra for a description of the term "keep sweet," she responded, "Even when it hurts, you were to act happy. Even if you're uncomfortable. That was how you conquered the evil inside of you.

Dale forced me the two steps to the truck and pushed me into the drivers' seat. The moment he started around to the passenger's side I got out and ran. He caught up with me easily and with the barrel of the gun drew me back to the truck. We did that dance three times before he figured out to push me in through the passenger's side

Who says I have rules?" She waves off my question. "Oh, please. You have so many rules, your rules have rules.

She's right, and yet my blood pumps faster, just thinking about having her naked and willingly at my mercy. I can't help but think she's exactly what I need: a challenge. And how sweet her submission would be, because I'd really earned it.

Focus on what you can control... Kow what you can bend to your will, and don't waste energy on what you can't.

What we deny owns us. You can't control what you don't first own and face. You simply delay the moment it owns you.

That is control. Whether you want it or understand it.

Consciously or not, greed and power are deadly partners.

Greed is a stronger force than gravity.

It's controlling us now. It's claiming us. We are no longer ourselves, no longer the damaged, thinking creatures who can hold back and control what we say and do. We are simply two people who have lost the world around us and found this powerful, passionate moment.

Escape, baby. The lack of control is control. When you're hanging on each moment, anticipating what comes next, it leaves room for nothing else. That's what I want to do for you. … "And who helps you escape, Liam?" "We're going to the same place, Amy. I'm not standing outside, watching." His lips find my neck and then my ear. "I'm right here with you.

you know what happens when you push a dragon? They burn you alive, baby. You're playing with fire.

it should be, but you're still hesitating. Why?" "I'm afraid of losing who I am, and being only what he lets me be.

Your staying or leaving doesn't impact the premise of your demand, which seems to be that I have no control over myself. That's wrong. I decide who destroys me, not you, Mark Compton.

You use arrogance and control to hide the real you. But I've seen you. I know you.

I keep telling you, when you can't control the action, control the emotion.

I know until he owns me, until he feels like he has real control, we'll never have a real conversation.