Quotes About Control

Your ego is a wonderful servant, but it's a terrible master—because the only thing your ego ever wants is reward, reward, and more reward.

I'm disappointed in everybody," she said after a long silence. "In who, exactly?" I was thinking she would say the Nazis. "The adults," she said. "All of them. How did they let the world get so out of control?

Si quieres controlar tu vida, tienes que controlar tu mente. En lugar de intentar controlar todo lo demás, céntrate en eso. Olvídate de todo lo demás. Porque, si no aprendes a dominar tu pensamiento, nunca vas a levantar cabeza».

I'm disappointed in everybody,' she said after a long silence. 'In who, exactly?' I was thinking she would say the Nazis. 'The adults,' she said. 'All of them. How did they let the world get so out of control?' 'I don't know, honey. But I'm not sure anybody out there really knows what they're doing.

você é o que você pensa. As suas emoções são escravas dos seus pensamentos, e você é escravo de suas emoções.

You are afraid of surrender because you don't want to lose control. But you never had control; all you had was anxiety.

you need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select what clothes you're gonna wear every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That's the only thing you should be trying to control. Drop

Nothing pisses a control freak off more than life not going her way.

I met an old lady once, almost one hundred years old, and she told me, There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history: How much do you love me? and Who's in charge? Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up and cause war, grief and suffering.

why are you so sure that your micromanagement of every moment in this whole world is so essential

Panic will kill you, even when nothing else wants to.

She gasped again and opened blue eyes lit with erotic mischief. "Are you trying to steal the reins from me?" Even with his penis buried deep within her, even moments from climax, he arched an eyebrow. "You have them only by my permission.

All her life she'd been warned that men were slaves to their desires, that they held their impulses in barely controlled check. A woman--a lady--must be very, very careful of her actions so she did not put spark to the gunpowder that was a man's libido.

Dear God, what she saw in that look! How he had hidden these many years behind the guise of a simple schoolmaster, she didn't know. Anger, passion, lust, and surging hunger swirled in his stormy eyes. Emotions so stark, so strong, she didn't understand how he kept them under control. He looked as if he were about to attack her, ravish her, and conquer London and the world itself. He could've been a warrior, a statesman, a king.

I'm afraid I'm rather used to females making themselves shameless for me.

She wanted to ride him, wanted to hide him away in her bedroom, to use only for herself. She was jealous of every woman who had come before her. Had used this wonderful penis. Had heard his groan. She opened her eyes. But it was the women who would come after that she truly wanted to kill. He was hers. He should never share this part of himself with anyone else.

He rose up suddenly and turned her, so that she lay on the bed. He pushed up her skirts, found the ties to her panniers, and yanked them off and threw them to the floor. Then he was on her again, trailing his mouth down her neck, biting at her collarbone. She ran her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, grasping, trying to hold on as he moved on her so intently. He'd always been in control when he'd made love to her. Now he seemed moved by a sort of compulsion. An animal need.

He opened his eyes to see her licking her lips nervously. I... er... We should remove your banyan. At least the upper portion. If he were a man given to mirth he might've grinned then. She was playing in the flames of his control. Did she not understand her own peril? But her blush had deepened and she was deliciously out of sorts. He simply could not resist- either his own urges or her innocent befuddlement. He spread his arms and said gravely, Be my guest.

I control your funds. I don't control you. And I think, Mr. Harte, that had you all the money in the world, or sat penniless in a gutter, I still would not find you very likable.

you can't teach a dog not to bark, for 'tis God's will that they do

The strange thing, you know, is that Stalin openly admired Ivan the Terrible. Two leaders who were willing to crush and kill their own people-to do anything necessary- in order to consolidate their power...Can you imagine a world in which Stalin could live for five hundred years...or perhaps forever?

They were taking my natural feelings away, so quietly that it could have occurred without my noticing. I understood in a flash that I must keep my mind safe, whatever came next.

But wield it with care, lass, do not go blasting out your fury and letting all know it was you. They fear it.

At least he was choosing who wielded power over him. There was a wildness to the thought, a freedom, that set him alight as much as it chilled him to the core.