Quotes About Control

I jumped right to the heart of the matter and preached the taproot of sin, which is found in the middle of the word, itself—I! I want this, I want that, and I want it right now. I want to run things, I want to call the shots, I want be in charge. . .

He was miserably disappointed in his own everlasting inability to get up and go, to take strong action and seize control, and do all the things that other people seemed able to do, and which the world admired so much.

When things worked, they were theirs; when they failed, they were his.

When we turn from our sin, and have the blessed forgiveness of the Almighty, then we can ask Him to run things, and let Him be in charge.

The king reigns, but does not govern.

If I were there, I'd turn the fire department hose on the entire street, which was probably why it was a good thing that I didn't work with the general public.

As much as choice could sometimes be a burden, not having one was far worse.

Justice is a very powerful emotion. It sometimes overrides even death.

I think they abuse anyone who don't toe the line. And with religious folk, that line can be a murky mess. People ain't got limits when they sure God is behind 'em.

That's the whole point of bread and circuses; they give employment to the vulgar.

True enough," said Mrs. Copperfield, bringing her fist down on the table and looking very mean. "I have gone to pieces, which is a thing I've wanted to do for years. I know I am as guilty as I can be, but I have my happiness, which I guard like a wolf, and I have authority now and a certain amount of daring, which, if you remember correctly, I never had before.

I feel that directors at times are like the janitors on the set. I am the secretary, I am the organizer, I am the maid, and I ask if they have eaten or rested. The best things are always out of your control. It's those moments that surpass the imagination that are thrilling.

If you can control your behavior when everything around you is out of control, you can model for your children a valuable lesson in patience and understanding...and snatch an opportunity to shape character.

I was headfirst into the deep ocean before I learned how to control my dinghy in the swimming pool.

But does that mean that war and violence are inevitable? I would argue not because we have also evolved this amazingly sophisticated intellect, and we are capable of controlling our innate behavior a lot of the time.

Your submission appeals to me," he growls. "Your obedience. And I'll do whatever it takes to get that from you.

Good girl," he approves, leaning down and whispering in my ear. "While you sit in that dining room dressed like a queen, you will feel the reminder of my control. I will feed your mouth while I master every part of you. Your pussy will throb for me. Your ass will clench in fear and need. Your mouth will water. And tonight, if you behave yourself, I'll grant you a reward.

methods of obedience is to learn to accept food from my hand. Controlling her primal needs will help me train her to my satisfaction

A starving man learns to respect the hand that feeds him, the one who cares for his most primal needs. So when I begin training a woman, my plan is intentional. I strip her of the most basic necessities. Food, clothing, shelter. Though her needs are contrived by me, the cumulative effects of my training will not be in vain.

Such a vulnerable position, baring the neck, as if waiting for the executioner's axe. The vampire's bite. The intimate kiss of a lover. And now, for me… a collar and chain.

Pakhan gives an order, we obey. He's our leader. The father of our group. A man who rules with an iron fist but pledges loyalty to the men beneath him. In turn, we swear our allegiance to him.

Taste my lash.

Embroidery is an improbable hobby for someone as disordered as me, but it's the very precision of it that attracts me, the illusion of control it offers. When engaged in stitching a new pattern, I can't think about anything else. Guilt, misery, longing all flee away, leaving just the beautiful little microcosm of the world in my hands, the flash of the needle, the rainbow colors of the thread, the calming exactitude of the discipline.

Why are men ever at war? For power and greed and to enforce their own views on others.