Quotes About Control

Duff's little moans traveled up her spine, made her head buzz. And another thought grabbed hold: She was doing this. She had the power to do this. THat she could be both completely vulnerable and totally in control was mind-blowing.

That was the trouble with wanting somebody else to take on making decisions—sometimes they did, and you ended up going to Nebraska.

The army builds its levees, claims victory over the river, but they will never control the great spirit of the waters. Nothing belongs to you, it whispers. The river changes course, digs in. It shapes the land the whole time. The river is not a line but a circle. The river is change, and change cannot be stopped.

The army builds its levees, claims victory over the river, but they will never control the great spirit of the waters. Nothing belongs to you, it whispers. The river changes course, digs in. It shapes the land the whole time. The river is not a line but a circle. The river is change, and change cannot be stopped. Change, it sings. Change or be lost.

They will drink their tea. Weight their words. Wear hats against the sun. squeeze their minds into corsets, lest some errant thought should escape and ruin the smooth illusion they hold of themselves and the world as they like it.

How can anyone own the woods?" Evie grumbled. "Only the woods own the woods.

But more and more Memphis had begun to ask himself if there had ever been order, or if order was one more myth people repeated so they didn't have to think too much about the violence lurking just under the surface of every polite exchange, every façade of "civilization." And just whom did "order" serve?

Billions are spent for neurophysiological research to control human behavior, he reflected. Beauty shops would be cheaper.

I save my panic for small things.

I'm not having sex with you. Not willingly. If you starve me, strangle me, whip me or tie me to the bed, it'll be rape, which you said you wouldn't do. I draw the line at fucking a psycho kidnapping dickwad who makes me strip, kneel, crawl and call him Master.

Anger is such a waste of time and energy. It takes a monumental effort

His absolute sovereignty means that I can trust Him with my tiniest doubt or with my most heart-wrenching fear.

The words of Scripture are plain: God hates greed. It's ugly. It breeds other sins. It consumes and controls us. We can't get rid of greed with a halfhearted wish or a token prayer. We must wholeheartedly come before the Lord and beg Him to remove this wretched leech with her long-reaching tentacles.

You can choose to be free of the love of money. You can be in control of your possessions rather than be controlled by what you have and what you want. It's a secret choice of the heart between God and you.

She had told Dr. Orne that Plath "took something that was mine—that death was mine!

Humans colonizing and conquering others have a propensity for this, for burning behind them what they cannot possess or control, as if their conflicts are not with themselves and their own way of being, but with the land itself.

Do you know why men name their cocks? No, why? she asked, trying to stifle her laughter. So most of the major decisions in their lives won't be made by a total stranger.

It's not something I can control, damn it. Every man I know wakes up with a hard-on." "Maybe so, but they do not – repeat, do not - rub it on me." " 'Every man I know' wasn't rubbing it on you! It was just me!" "And it was just your hair that I pulled, wasn't it?" she asked sweetly.

She started to tell him so, but the words vanished unsaid when he abruptly thrust his hands under her skirt, all the way to her waist. Mary gave a startled shriek and jerked back, almost oversetting the chair. He glared at her, his eyes like black ice. You don't have to worry, he snapped. This is Saturday. I only rape on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

His face was terrifying in its stillness, with only his eyes alive, glittering with rage. She could feel the force of his anger in the coiled strength of his body, hear it in the almost inaudible softness of his tone. He wasn't a man who lost control in his anger; he gained it to an even greater degree.

I have brain damage, remember? I'm not responsible for my actions--or for the actions of my hand, which acted of its own volition and without my knowledge.' Cam to Bailey

If only gossip weren't so titillating. Sweeney tried to control an avid desire to know more, to dig for all the dirty details. The temptation was great. Dirt was like fat; it made life more delicious.

You don't just... just float someone in the air like that! she shouted, so beside herself she was almost frenzied. Why? Is there some human law against it?

Dar mai exista o particica a mintii ei care crezuse intotdeauna ca a iubi inseamna a renunta la o parte din controlul asupra propriei tale persoane, iar ea pretuise acest lucru mai mult decat orice om pe care il cunoscuse