Quotes About Control

I keep the tantrums to a minimum because people don't want to see that.

You trust to luck. You are not about to master your fate.

Of all the things that made the Third Reich a modern dictatorship, its incessant demand for popular legitimation was one of the most striking.

From now on it is not up to you to decide whether or not something is true, but whether it is in the interests of the National Socialist Revolution.

Legea e doar o expresie a puterii.

Submission reaches the end of its tether when it becomes destructive.

Law will take over because law always carries with it a sense of security and manipulative power.

Our problem is that we assume prayer is something to master the way we master algebra or auto mechanics. That puts us in the "on-top" position, where we are competent and in control. But when praying, we come "underneath," where we calmly and deliberately surrender control and become incompetent.

One reason we can hardly bear to remain silent is that it makes us feel so helpless. We are so accustomed to relying upon words to manage and control others. If we are silent, who will take control? God will take control, but we will never let him take control until we trust him. Silence is intimately related to trust. The

I said that every Discipline has its corresponding freedom. What freedom corresponds to submission? It is the ability to lay down the terrible burden of always needing to get our own way. The obsession to demand that things go the way we want them to go is one of the greatest bondages in human society today.

We are learning the obedience of unwearied patience in the midst of pestering children. We are learning the obedience of absolute gentleness with the frustrations and fears and pains of our spouse. We are learning the obedience of settled peace in the expectation of events beyond our control. This is the Covenant of Holy Obedience.

What freedom corresponds to submission? It is the ability to lay down the terrible burden of always needing to get our own way. The obsession to demand that things go the way we want them to go is one of the greatest bondages in human society today.

there is not a square inch in the whole domain of our human existence over which Christ, who is sovereign over all, does not cry 'Mine!

If fucking up is power, I should be the Hulk by now.

Fortunately, I'm good at ignoring a lot of what my brain does.

He pulls the tape off Allegra's mouth. Grabs her BY THE HAIR and gives her a peck on the lips.

Fuck this place and fuck your games. This is where you first failed us. You gave us minds and told us not to think. You gave us curiosity and put a booby-trapped tree right in front of us. You gave us sex and told us not to do it. You played three-card monte with our souls from day one, and when we couldn't find the queen, you sent us to Hell to be tortured for eternity. That was your great plan for humanity? Whatever

Yeah, but these are crazy pills. Supposed to keep me from running amok or something." "How are they working out?" "Great. I just saunter amok these days.

Relax. You think you're the only pill popper around here? I get migraines and have a knee that should belong to an eighty-year-old lady." "Yeah, but these are crazy pills. Supposed to keep me from running amok or something." "How are they working out?" "Great. I just saunter amok these days." She checks the

Ray looks over to see what Carlos is talking about. He has good control of his face. He's done this before. Ray never looks shocked, but the momentary spike in his heartbeat and his pupils dilating tell me all I need to know.

Exactly. I'm the man who makes things happy behind the scenes, but no one knows. I'm Dr. Mabuse." "That's great. Just remember: Dr. Mabuse ended up in the nuthouse." Kasabian makes a face. "Always with the negative waves, Moriarty." I shake my head. "You aren't Donald Sutherland." "And you aren't Clint Eastwood, so just hold the damn book while I finish.

The Bad Dad thing usually works. Hellions are big on pecking orders and I have to remind them regularly who's at the top. Now they need a pat on the head from Good Dad before things go all Hansel and Gretel and I end up in the oven.

Then don't tell me who to kill and when. It unsettles my tranquil disposition.

don't tell me who to kill and when. It unsettles my tranquil disposition.