Quotes About Control

There hung about her the restrained energy of a whiplash.

I should hope, Mr. Poirot, that whatever our feelings, we can keep them in decent control. And we can certainly control our actions.

Things never burn when you want them to, they got out. You'd probably have had to strike match after match.

In an Empire where rats ruled, he was the king of the rats.

Katherine Grey was born with the power of managing old ladies, dogs, and small boys, and she did it without any apparent sense of strain.

To cry at will is not an easy accomplishment.

She's not sensual. She doesn't want affairs. It's just cold-blooded experiment on her part and the fun of stirring people up and setting them against each other. She dabbled in that too. She's the sort of woman who's never had a row with anyone in her life--but rows always happen where she is! She makes them happen. She's kind of female Iago. She must have drama. But she doesn't want to be involved herself. She's always outside pulling strings--looking on--enjoying it!

Fire in her eyes, ice in her voice.

But one thing is certain, he is the master criminal of this age. He controls a marvellous organization. Most of the Peace propaganda during the war was originated and financed by him.

All this red tape and form-filling. That's what comes of a bureaucratic state. Can't go where you like and do as you please anymore! Somebody's always asking questions.

Never display emotion.

Thought is yours only. Nobody can alter or influence the use you mean to make of it.

You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master.

This is real life; and real life stops just where it chooses.

It is the quietest and meekest people who are often capable of the most sudden and unexpected violence for the reason that when their control does snap, it does so entirely!

As pessoas mais caladas e submissas são muitas vezes capazes da violência mais repentina e inesperada, pois quando perdem o controle, elas o perdem por inteiro!

It's so dreadfully easy—killing people. And you begin to feel that it doesn't matter…that it's only you that matters!

You have a great advantage as a writer, Monsieur,' said Poirot. 'You can relieve your feelings by expedient of the printed word. You have the power of the pen over your enemies.

Imagination is a good servant and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.

Put not your trust in princes or politicians, as the saying goes.

But you see, Miss Helier, this isn't a serial story. This is real life; and real life stops just where it chooses.

Without acute mania it may nevertheless occur that certain natures lack what I should describe as braking power. If you or I were to say, 'I hate someone—I wish he were dead,' the idea would pass from our minds as soon as the words were uttered. The brakes would work automatically. But, in some people the idea, or obsession, holds. They see nothing but the immediate gratification of the idea formed.

I remember my dear mother teaching me that a gentlewoman should always be able to control herself in public, however much she may give way in private.

A man in drink can be like a ravening wolf.