Quotes About Control

And art made tongue-tied by authority.

'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

'Ban, 'Ban, Ca—Caliban,Has a new master—Get a new man.

It [drink] provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,Without my stir.

This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein.

Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd?Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?

Do not give dallianceToo much the rein.

I would have thee gone;And yet no further than a wanton's bird,Who lets it hop a little from her hand,Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,And with a silk thread plucks it back again,So loving-jealous of his liberty.

[W]inter tames man, woman and beast....

My nature is subdu'dTo what it works in, like the dyer's hand.

The raven himself is hoarseThat croaks the fatal entrance of DuncanUnder my battlements. Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top fullOf direst cruelty; make thick my blood,Stop up the access and passage to remorse,That no compunctious visitings of natureShake my fell purpose, nor keep peace betweenThe effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.

And it is greatTo do that thing that ends all other deeds,Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

We are in God's hand.

I may command where I adore.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

The fact of the matter is, I've been lucky enough to have life say "yes" to me, time and time again. Perhaps there's no way to control anything. Perhaps the best thing to do is work hard, hold on, and enjoy the view.

Anger is a great force. If you control it, it can be transmuted into a power which can move the whole world.

A dictator must fool all the people all the time and there's only one way to do that, he must also fool himself.

I'll be Pavlov, you be the dog.

We may prefer to see ourselves as masters of nature, controllers of all change and progress, exempt from the seasons of history. Yet the more we balk at seasonality and the more we try to eradicate it, the more menacing we render our view of time—and of the future.

Authoritarian government isn't dead; it's just hibernating, poised to return in the Fourth Turning, rested and refreshed.