Quotes About Control

If you ever find yourself thinking that a mass human extinction event would be good for population control, you might want to get checked out.

There's a fine line between thinking about somebody and thinking about NOT thinking about somebody (...).

See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. "It's mine.

It was almost as if he enjoyed the fact that the more agitated his opponent was, the more serene he became. Belagren's thoughts about Antonov in The Lion of Senet

that Victoria's wife has said that she will phone the police if Victoria ever so much as even mentions this topic again.

path of descent becomes our own liberation. We are freed from the exhausting stance of defense. We are no longer compelled to be right and are thus relieved from the burden of maintaining some reputation. We are released from the idols of greed, control, and status. The pressure to protect the house of cards is alleviated when we take the lowest place.

a display of teeth and a hint of joy or hilarity suggested the subject was 'plebeian, insane (or at least not in rational control) or else in the grip of some particularly powerful passion'.

There are so many things that reside outside of a man's control, son. True courage is not measured in battles won. It is finding the right cousre of action and following it, no matter the repercussions

As awful as it sounds, money is power, and power is magnetic.

This was the Grayson I'd met weeks ago: dripping power and well aware that he could come out on top in any battle. He didn't make threats, because he didn't have to.

I'm not telling you what to do, I'm just telling you what you're going to do. There's a difference.

Jameson was close to me now. Too close. Every one of the Hawthorne boys was magnetic. Larger than life. They had an effect on people—and Jameson was very good at using that to get what he wanted. He wants something from me now.

sometimes it feels good to smack the hell out of something.

Hierarchy was like breathing: the only time you thought about it was when something went wrong.

Someone told me once that fortunes like this one–at a certain point, it's not about the money, because you couldn't spend billions if you tried It's about the power." I looked down. "And I just don't think anyone should have power like that, certainly not me.

Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

You want power-either because you've already had a taste of it and want more, or because you've been made to feel powerless for too long.

Adam's blue eyes flicked briefly over to mine as he directed me to turn onto a major street. Once he was satisfied that I could, in fact, turn without causing my car—or any car in the near vicinity—to explode, he allowed himself to actually converse. "You don't trust people?" "Not to hit my car, or not to screw up my life?" "Either." That seemed like more of an answer than a question, so I didn't reply.

This is why you don't call the police. Or Preternatural Control. No matter what. Ever. If I'd doubted that rule--and I was fairly sure I never had--I certainly never would have again. My skin itched just talking to the authorities....The police department had more than a few open cases with my name on them--figuratively, and I had no desire to make that literal [where they connected me to] the vigilante responsible for dozens of area beastie slayings....

I don't need your permission to search your locker." The headmaster's tone drew my attention back in his direction. This, I inferred from the rise in volume, was supposed to be the voice of authority. If you didn't need my permission, I thought, then why did you ask for it?

but at the end of the day, even if you thought that you'd manipulated our grandfather into this, I guarantee that he'd be the one manipulating you.

When you lose the remote control to your television, four percent of the time it ends up in the freezer!" Sloane blurted out loudly.

He didn't move, didn't blink, wasn't physically aggressive in any way, but he bled power, and he knew it.

She started the fire. That was the story the press ran with, without coming right out and saying the words. Three promising young men, one troubled young woman. A party that spun out of control. Everything, engulfed in flames. Kaylie was the one the press blamed