Quotes About Control

Estou lutando para permanecer nesse mundo caótico de merda. Ficar no parapeito da torre do sino não é pra morrer. É pra ter controle. É pra nunca mais dormir de novo.

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 shitty, 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.

If there was one thing I'd learned, it was that you were responsible for your own ship. You had to look after the engine and make sure the plan was in order and ready to be flown. You were in charge of plotting your course. When you were in the pilot's seat, it was your hand on the throttle, no one else's. If your oil ran out or you lost an engine or the engine caught fire and you had to crash, you were the one saving yourself. No one else could do it for you.

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 shitty, messed-up world. Standing on the edge 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.

Then I have a new worry. If God dies, who will run the world? I hope it's not the Nazis.

With or without the books, most children eventually learn, and remember, to control their volume, but not everyone does; it can be an especially difficult skill for autistic children to master.

The more we try to control the things outside of us the more we lose control of our mind.

How marvelous to leave the real world with all its cares behind and step into another, more vivid, more vital, alive with fascinating characters whose lives you alone control.

It's the rules!" he snapped. "They cage the animals at night! It's the rules.

People who were normally very organized and in control could fight extremely hard to preserve that control, including reducing their world to a tiny space which could not harm them.

Le charme, c'est juste un moyen pour les connards de vous faire faire ce qu'ils veulent.

Charm is just a way of fuckers getting you to do what they wanted you to do all along. They might as well hold a gun to your head. They're both shortcuts.

there's no better way to make history disappear than to unleash money, money roaming free has a worse bite than an attack dog, it can effortlessly bite an entire building out of existence

A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it's living, breathing thing and there's no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.

The future is unclear. But it's still mine.

I clap my hands in delight. Is there anything more intoxicating than making a boy bend to your will?

You decide who, how far, and how often, if ever.

And I know now too that in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better.

I'm clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I'm hurting now, he'll hurt ten times worse. That's the only thing that keeps me going.

A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it's a living, breathing thing and there's no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.

I wonder what it's like to have that much power over a boy. I don't think I'd want it; it's a lot of responsibility to hold a person's heart in your hands.

For a second or two I considered taking Clay's beer. It would be my first. But then I'd only be doing it to spite Conrad, and I wasn't going to let him control what I did.

she still thinks she owns his ass.