Quotes About Control

Sometimes you look at me and it's like all the bullshit gets stripped off and I'm left with what's underneath and I kind of like what I see. Someone who actually fails. Someone who has absolutely no self-control. Someone who says real dickhead things like 'this is complicated.' I like that part of me, you know. I like the fact that I know I can't control you or how I feel about you and that doesn't freak me out.

Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better

If there was one weapon he had against these savages, it was not acknowledging their existence.

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

He knew he should have counted. It was the rule to count to ten in his head before he opened his mouth. It was the rule to count to ten if he wanted to smash a man in the face for saying something he didn't like. It was the rule to count to ten if instinct wasn't needed, but common sense was.

Oh, the way that word is thrown around!" she said. "Everything is evil that humans can't control or conquer.

You can't go around feeling too much", Captain Travanion had explained watching a moment to ensure the man was indeed dead. "Because if you feel too much, enough to want to kill them so savagely then one day you are going to feel enough to spare their lives.

You are mistaking me for someone with choices, Froi. I don't have choices.

We didn't let them do anything to us, Travanion," Beatriss said fiercely, "They did it without out permission.

Somos juguetes en manos de los dioses —admitió el sacerdote real—. Pero somos los mortales los que les proporcionamos las herramientas para que nos conviertan en eso.

The gods do make playthings of us," the priest-king acknowledged. "But it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.

Are you a slave?" she asked harshly. "In Serker, only slaves are etched." "With the names of the men that own them," he said, his eyes meeting her. It sickened him to think of Lirah being owned by anyone. "I am a Serker, Lirah," he said softly. "My body is etched with the names of the three women that own me. My queen. My mother. My woman.

Because who they were had always been determined by him

I'm just sick of all the misery, my absolute lack of control over everything.

If you close your eyes, you get to control your own darkness.

You always seem so in control." "And you don't?" He laughed, but somehow not humorously. There was a darkness in his eyes that had nothing to do with color. "I'll let you in on a secret. I'm not. Sometimes I think that this life is shit. I mean, don't you find it pathetic?

The gods do make playthings of us. But it is we mortals who provide them with tools.

Si cierras los ojos consigues controlar tu propia oscuridad.

Self-hatred is the best vehicle for making people do as they're told because they are hungry to get approval.

Remember, whoever holds the purse strings for the wedding has the control. Don't accept a cent from anyone else if possible. Then you and him will be the only ones calling the shots. All the decisionswill be yours and the rest of them will just have to go along with it.

If you fail me, I'll kill you. I swear it, Keenan. If you fail me, I'll rip your heart out with my own hands." "If I fail you, I'll cut it out for you.

Sleep well, and stay where I put you.

Safe wasn't quite what appealed to her right then. Safe wasn't how she felt. Invincible, in control, powerful- those words felt closer to true.

The girl's arms jutted out at awkward angles, not quite hands on the hips belligerent but not relaxed either, as if they weren't all the way under the girl's control. "I came to find you." "I didn't know. If I'd known..." "It doesn't matter now." The girl's attention was unwavering. "This is where you are.