Quotes About Control

What is there to imagine with a gun?" asked Papa . . . . "Something dead," Papa said more quietly. "That's what there is to imagine with a gun.

The farther we've gotten from the magic and mystery of our past, the more we've come to need Halloween. It's a festival of fantasy, a celebration of otherness, the one time each year when the mundane is overturned in favor of the bizarre, and everyone can become anyone or anything they wish. At its core, Halloween is a chance to confront our most primal fear—death—and attempt to control it or, at the very least, mock it.

We can only go to the limits of ourselves. Anything more and we give too much away. Then we're not good for anyone.

I've let you run too wild and you know it," my father said when I went to him, asking to be left alone.

Your wife happens to work for me, so I'd say it is." I was sure Jock was going to lunge for Boy. He was much the taller and broader man and could have wrecked Boy without trying—but some tide inside him turned, like a switch going off, and he thought better of it for the moment. "You should be careful, Beryl," he said icily, without taking his eyes from Boy's face. Then he stormed away.

instantly, tense and on guard. I can't help thinking of that rape charge during his undergrad years, and how violence against women is almost never about sex, but about domination. About crushing a woman's autonomy with total control, driven by hate.

I was thinking about forgiveness today. You know, so many people get confused about what it is, binding it up with guilt. Feeling ashamed about things they never had any control over in the first place. I don't believe forgiveness is something we have to kill ourselves trying to earn. It's already here, all around us, like rain. We just have to let it in.

He kept his emotions locked away behind a wall, which made him a wonderful negotiator.

It sounds like caveman stuff to me. If he keeps you in animal skins, tending the cook fire, no other man will see you, let alone want you.

Teachers are discouraged because it is impossible for them to meet the demands being placed on them. They are asked to spend their days in the exhausting position of having to control and dominate children. They must herd, push, and pull them as one body through a set curriculum. Only those who have had to attempt this inhuman and unnatural endeavor could possibly appreciate the strain it places on the teacher who singlehandedly must accomplish it.

I am a cold hearted, ruthless bastard who sees what he wants and takes it. Is that not so?" He stepped closer to her, too close. His voice, no longer tender, was like the growl of a hungry wolf. "You think I don't want you." He ran his fingers over the pulse beat of her throat..."But I do.

Herb Gardner wrote, You have to own your days, every one of them, Or else the years go by and none of them belong to you.2

Nas cidades humanas a liberdade é proibida. O ser humano tem que andar sempre vestido, documentado, calçado. Por andar sem rumo, a polícia prende por vadiagem, como se alguém conhecesse de facto o rumo de cada passo. Por que é que tem de se andar num rumo exato se todos os lugares são lugares para andar? Por que é que tenho que caminhar a horas certas se todas as horas são horas para caminhar?

In America, a woman's body seemed to belong to everybody but herself. Her sexuality belonged to her husband, her opinion of herself belonged to her social circles, and her uterus belonged to the government.

We cannot resist everything; we can only choose the forces to which we will submit.

Nobody really controls a production, now; the director is on his own, even if he's insecure, careless, or nuts.

Under the state constitutions, "every thing which is not reserved is given," but under the federal Constitution "every thing which is not given, is reserved.

Keep me rather in this cage, and feed me sparingly, if you dare. Anything that brings me closer to illness and the edge of death makes me more faithful. It is only when you make me suffer that I feel safe and secure. You should never have agreed to be a god for me if you were afraid to assume the duties of a god, and we know that they are not as tender as all that. You have already seen me cry. Now you must learn to relish my tears.

As a matter of fact," the other voice went on, "if you do tie her up from time to time, or whip her just a little, and she begins to like it, that's no good either. You have to get past the pleasure stage, until you reach the stage of tears.

She was waiting for more than permission, since she already had permission. She was waiting for an order.

Keep me rather in this cage, and feed me sparingly, if you dare. Anything that brings me closer to illness and the edge of death makes me more faithful. It is only when you make me suffer that I feel safe and secure. You should never have agreed to be a god for me if you were afraid to assume the duties of a god, and we all know that they are not as tender as all that. You have already seen me cry. Now you must learn to relish my tears.

She was apt at hunting, a naturally trained bird of prey who would beat the game and always bring it back to the hunter. And speaking of the devil Ã¢â'¬Â¦ It

He whom one awaits is, because he is expected, already present, already master.

But he spoke. Holding her by the collar, with two fingers slipped in between the neck and collar, he told her it was his intention that henceforth she should be shared by him and those of his choosing, and by those whom he did not know who were connected to the society of the château, shared as she had been the previous evening.