Quotes About Control

Perché sei arrabbiata?» Chinai la testa perché aveva ragione. «Non chiederlo, okay? Lascia che il malumore mi passi e proverò anch'io a lasciare che passi.»

To obey my queen in all things." His voice was like his skin, dark. It made me think of molasses and other thick, sweet things. A voice so deep it could hit notes low enough to make my spine shiver.

I wanted to slug him. The desire to smash that beautiful face was physical. It tightened my shoulders, made my arms ache. But I knew better. You don't volunteer for slugfests with vampires. It shortens your life expectancy. I

He'd let his anger take him to a place that his ass might have trouble getting out of, or maybe I just didn't understand the normal branch of the service whose badge I carried. She put her elbows on the arms of her chair, her hands like a double fist in front of her lips. "Second, get the fuck off my desk." Oh, I did understand the normal branch of the service. It worked just like all the others.

You can plan around a ruthless man, but a madman throws all your plans to the wind.

I had myself under control again. I wasn't going to cry. I was glad. I hated to cry. It always made me feel so weak.

He nodded, as if that were the answer he wanted. "She's afraid of you; did you know that?" I smiled, and it wasn't a very nice smile. I could feel the edges curl up with a dark sort of satisfaction. "I hope the little bitch is sweating it out, big time.

My lioness was crouched inside me, ready to spring, but would that hurt me more than him? "It means I can feed on things besides sex, and I'm trying very hard not to feed on you." "I know you are trying not to have sex with me." Great. It was like he'd edited what I'd said and heard only the sex part. I should have known he would.

I'm a dog in the manger. I can't have him myself but I don't want anyone else to have him either. Wow. The more I learn about myself, the more selfish I turn out to be.

In the past we assumed it was out of a woman's control" whether or not she had a child. "Now we think it's her choice, so we can blame her.

This is why I like to handle things by myself. But when she offers her assistance, you really can't control her.

I don't believe anything's really inevitable until it happens. We just call it inevitable to make ourselves feel better about it, to excuse ourselves for not having done anything.

This, thought Charlotte despairingly, was the problem with the world outside the cover of a book. She couldn't craft Robert's dialogue for him, putting the words she wanted to say into his lips. She couldn't control the direction of his emotions. All she could do was attempt to discipline her own.

There is a time lag between the activation of brain systems that excite our emotions and impulses and the maturation of brain systems that allow us to check these feelings and urgings—it's like driving a car with a sensitive gas pedal and bad brakes.

Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance.

To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

The world is crazy. You need a license to drive a car and go fishing. You don't need a license to start a family. Two people have sex and BAM! Perfectly innocent kid is born whose life will be screwed up by her parents forever.

Censorship is the child of fear the father of ignorance and the desperate weapon of fascists everywhere.

It's always there—fear—and if you don't stay on top of it, you'll drown.

I'm not wearing this! I shouted. Wear it or die, Mom shouted back.

too large," the mayor said. "If it breaks free of its chains

am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. The tiny elf dancer became a wooden doll whose strings were jerked by people not paying attention. I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

It's like she thinks she's your mother or something.

Things in my environment had gotten a little bit out of my control, as things sometimes do. I mean, we can't control every little facet of our world all of the time...