Quotes About Control

Without order, there is chaos. Without order, there is pain. The wheel turns. Lives are forfeit. Seven masters. Seven ways of killing.

The world bent to the will of Grayson Hawthorne. What money couldn't buy him, those eyes probably did.

Most people thought that training animals was about obedience and control. But in reality, the center of any search and rescue training program was play. For the dog, searching was a game. Animals who had a strong play drive would keep playing indefinitely—through ice and snow, over hard terrain, for hours upon hours—until the game was won. Until they found their target.

is not your hero. He's your god.

Eén gunst. Ik bepaal waar en wanneer ik die gunst wil, en er wordt niet gevraagd waarom.' Emilia lachte haar allerliefste lach... 'Deal?' Tandenknarsend schudde ik haar hand... 'Deal.

Nothing has to matter unless you let it.

Wie weten het nog meer?' vroeg Grayson op dat ongeïnteresseerd klinkende troonopvolgerstoontje van hem dat je de indruk gaf dat hij degene die hij de vraag stelde een gunst verleende, aangezien hij het antwoord ook met geweld uit hun gedachten had kunnen trekken.

Nothing has to matter," Grayson replied tightly, "unless you let it.

She's got a gun. Eve held her weapon the way that Nash had taught me to hold mine.

Goed dan,' zei ik knarsetandend. 'Maar Drake krijgt niets.' Alisa glimlachte kort haar tanden bloot. 'Die muilkorf ik gewoon omdat ik dat leuk vind.

It wasn't just the rush or the thrill. I felt completely, utterly in control. I felt unstoppable. Like we were unstoppable.

Sometimes we're at the mercy of other people. We don't even understand the power they have over us until it's too late.

thoughts and words have power, and if you allow your worst fears to form fully, you run the danger of bringing them to life. As

It would be nice if you could have some control over it, deciding which memories would stay, which would be banished to the netherworld. Poof. Just like that.

Nate seemed to live in a world where unpredictable things didn't happen.

It's odd, really. Trying to impose order on nature. The garden is a living, breathing thing; sometimes I'm quite sure it's got a mind of its own.

life and the hold it had over you. It might seem extreme, but it works. Time after time.

You don't know how it is. It's like I've got this angry little person inside me, and I can feel him trying to get out. He's running out of room because he's growing bigger and bigger, and so he starts rising up, into my lungs, chest, throat, and I just push him right back down. I don't want him to come out. I can't let him out.

It is 3:38 a.m., and the time of night when my mind starts running around all wild and out of control, like my cat, George, when he was a kitten.

Better to be the hunter than the hunted. Even if you're hunting yourself.

The thing I don't say is: I want to stay alive. the reason I don't say it is because, given that fat folder in front of him, he'd never believe it. And here's something else he'd never believe--I'm fighting to be here in this [crappy], messed-up world. Standing on the ledge of the bell tower isn't about dying. It's about having control. It's about never going to sleep again.

Better to keep the unhappy, mad, bad, unpleasant words separate, where you can watch them and make sure they don't surprise you when you're not expecting them

I meant what I said to Embryo about drugs. We don't mix. What it comes down to for me is I have a hard enough time keeping control over my brain without something else getting in the way.

Better to keep the unhappy, mad, bad, unpleasant words separate, where you can watch them and make sure they don't surprise you when you're not expecting them.