Quotes About Control

You're on your feet. Maybe you're phoning, or combing your hair, or taking off your makeup. Plant your bare feet about twelve inches apart and grip the floor with them, keeping your knees rigid. Then try to push your feet together - but without letting them budge. Try as hard as you can. This is a wonderful example of getting muscles to work against each other and it's a tremendous thing for the inner thighs - they are another terribly flab-prone area.

Real power is control. Knowing that you can do anything...and not doing it only because you can.

And Louis XIV followed all these projects in the smallest detail. In May 1672, when Colbert wrote to ask if he was bothering the king with too many specifics, Louis XIV's reply was categoric: "I want to know everything about everything.

A pool is, for many of us in the West, a symbol not of affluence but of order, of control over the uncontrollable. A pool is water, made available and useful, and is, as such, infinitely soothing to the western eye.

Read, learn, work it up, go to the literature. Information is control.

I feel as though I can only hold it together if I don't worry too much about its falling apart. (288)

Nobody can be held responsible for the pranks of destiny.

You sure you don't want me to kill him? You know, sometimes you kill just one person and it takes care of everything.

It was a perfect system, so long as the universe was deterministic and so long as humans did not make any errors.

CONSUME OBEY BE SILENT DIE

Sometimes you plant an acorn, and you plant it in good faith and instead of finding yourself with an admirable sturdy single oak tree, you're landed with a terrible mad forest that won't stop growing in all directions and develops an uncontrollable life of its own.

I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and fuck you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you'll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie.

Fuck. You." He smirked. "Later, sweetheart. Now try to keep your mind on business for me like a good girl.

Don't want you wearing shit that you wore for Gary," Horse replied, draping an arm around my neck, pulling me into his body. He leaned over and spoke directly in my ear, voice husky. "I don't give a damn if you never wear panties again, but I know women are weird about that. Here's the compromise. I'm gonna buy you new shit, but only shit I like. You're gonna wear it until I pull it off to fuck you. Everyone wins.

Así que no vas a preguntar? Lo estudié, entrecerrando los ojos. Tenía un mal presentimientos sobre esto. Pero las palabras salieron de mi boca, totalmente fuera de mi control. —¿Por qué te llaman Horse? —Porque me cuelga como a uno —respondió, sonriendo.

Becca Jones might be my property in the eyes of the club, but the reality was that she owned me and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.

I fuck you, nobody else does. Which hole I fuck is up for negotiation.

I'm in charge here, don't forget it," he stated. I nodded, mesmerized.

What are you going to do?" I asked, glancing between them. Their faces were completely blank. "You can't actually kill him. You know that, right?" "We don't kill people," Ruger said, his voice calm and almost soothing. "But sometimes assholes like him have accidents when they aren't careful. Can't control that—it's a fact of life. Show us where he is.

She'd never been more beautiful—at his mercy, covered in his seed, and marked so that any man who saw her would know she was fucking owned. He wanted to tattoo his name across her ass and keep her tied up like this all day, ready and waiting for his cock.

A lot's gone down, but right now the critical information is that you belong to me," I told her, my voice rough. "You're my property. You don't understand what that means, and that's okay. I'll teach you. But when you look back at this moment, I want you to remember there was a before I claimed you and an after. Now it's after. You got me?

her hand lay on my stomach, precisely six inches from the top of my straining dick. I knew this because exactly once every sixty seconds I looked away from the screen to make sure it hadn't ripped a hole through my pants. Then I'd start counting down again, because the counting was the only thing keeping me from rolling her over and shoving my cock so far up her cunt it hit the back of her throat.

Any other time, any other place, she'd be under me already, but I knew my job. Reapers forever, forever Reapers. Sometimes loyalty sucks.

It was hard to be moderate in immoderate times.