Quotes About Control

The "basis of Feminism," Sanger said, had to be a woman's control over her own body, "the right to be a mother regardless of church or state."15

left shoulder and trying to pretend it hardly hurt at all - ow, ouch - she wondered why her life had to so closely resemble Mr Bean's. What she wouldn't give to be sleek and chic and in control at all times.

He snorted. "Elle, you're always right. It's your world and we all just live in it.

Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

Why can't men think with two body parts at the same time? Is it in your blood? Is it just in the genes? What?

She stared at him, doing her best to hold back all the tumbling mass of emotions hitting her at once. Normally she was good at that, really good, but naturally her one really good life skill deserted her, leaving everything she felt all over her face. Annoyance. Embarrassment. And let's not forget the very reluctant lust.

The tongue's the sole muscle in your body that's attached at only one end.

Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.

Harry, she said quietly, I know you must be angry. I burn things to ash and smash holes in buildings when I'm angry, I said. I'm a couple of steps past that point right now.

I've always felt that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity, the physical ones are hardly necessary.

A man's magic demonstrates what sort of person he is, what is held most deeply inside of him. There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power. I was not a murderer. I was not like Victor Sells. I was Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. I was a wizard. Wizards control their power. They don't let it control them. And wizards don't use magic to kill people. They use it to discover, to protect, to mend, to help. Not to destroy.

Men plan. Fate Laughs.

Yeah, but I forgot to take my George Orwell-shaped multivitamins along with my breakfast bowl of Big Brother Os this morning.

All power is the same. Magic. Physical strength. Economic strength. Political strength. It all serves a single purpose-it gives its possessor a broader spectrum of choices. It creates alternative courses of action.

Stop, Kincaid said in a calm voice. Unclench. Unclench what? Murphy demanded. Unclench your ass. Excuse me? You're going to trip the beam. You need another quarter inch. Relax. I am relaxed, Murphy growled. Oh, Kincaid said. Damn, great ass then.

I slammed the doors open a little harder than I needed to, stalked out to the Blue Beetle, and drove away with all the raging power the ancient four-cylinder engine should muster. Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away.

Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head.

I shrugged and said sadly, 'What? Once we gave them the vote, it went totally out of control.' 'You're a pig, Harry,' Murphy growled. 'But a pig smart enough to bow to the inevitable.

Playing cat and mouse is generally only fun for the cat.

I didn't shiver. I get muscle twitches sometimes. That's all.

Someone is out there, I said. Someone who has been manipulating the events. Playing puppet master, stirring the pot, stacking the deck - Mixing metaphors? Thomas suggested.

The hardest lesson a wizard has to learn is that even with so much power, there are some things you can't control. No matter how much you want to.

Lady Aquitaine sighed. "Then it all hinges on Scipio. He has a rather irritating talent for impersonating a fulcrum.

Because your balls are in a vise and I'm the only one who can pull them out," I said. He arched an elegant silver eyebrow. "Okay," I said. "That came out a little more homoerotic than I intended." "Indeed," said the Merlin.