Quotes About Control

Laws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obeys them.

Men who act under dishonest passions are like men riding fierce horses: they cannot stop when they will, and they ride to ruin.

We need not fear shipwreck when God is the pilot.

Some men think that the globe is a sponge that God puts into their hands to squeeze for their own garden or flower-pot.

The mischiefs of anarchy have been equaled by the mischiefs of government.

We are apt to believe in Providence so long as we have our own way; but if things go awry, then we think, if there is a God, he is in heaven, and not on earth.

That sense of power was all she craved.

I never drink... wine.

God can only be met in emptiness, by those who come in love, abandoning all effort to control, every need to astound.

It was his way or the highway. And she was definitely not a way he had any intention of going.

It was right when you were trying to hold everything tightly under control that the wind and waves decided it was high time to show you not only how vulnerable you really were, but also how precious every single moment was. But

How she loved it when he sprinted right over the lines and reduced her boundaries to smithereens. Chloe no longer had any fears of being controlled and Chase no longer held back to make sure he didn't push her too far. All that remained was the sweet ecstasy of trust. And pure love.

Women only cut their hair in times of crisis... It's somethin' a woman always has the power to do, even when she loses control over everything else. Cuttin' hair is a cry for help.

Either you understood impulsive rage, and the memory failures that sometimes go with it, or you didn't. That was it.

We were aiming for a cross between Kafka and Orwell, which just goes to show how dangerous it can be when your police officers are better read than you are.

I don't mind getting drunk, but there always comes a moment in the evening when I find myself watching myself bumping into things and thinking—I'm bored of this, can I have full control of my brain back, please?

It gave me "the eye"—the fearsome gaze that sheepdogs use to keep their charges in line. But I gave it "the look"—the stare that policemen use to keep members of the public in a state of randomized guilt.

Libertarians and criminals complain about the surveillance state when they see a camera. Police officers complain about it when they don't.

Then you throw the bloody thing as far as you can, hopefully outside the area of immediate magical effect, where two minutes later it basically phones the Met control room and screams help, help, serious magic shenanigans here – send help – preferably Nightingale.

Scrumpy," said Beverley. "What's the difference?" Beverley thought about it for a moment or two. "It's not made in a factory," she said. "So, no quality control then?" "Are you going to talk about it or drink it?" I took a swig—it was tart, alcoholic and tasted of apples. About what I look for in a cider, really.

These days Big Brother, or more precisely, your Bratty Techno Uncle, doesn't need an army of paid informers to keep tabs on you. Everybody seems dead keen to take personal responsibility for their own surveillance. So the problem with trying to keep a low profile is that sooner or later you'll have an involuntary encounter with someone who's dying to share your details with the world.

S? p?strez pacea Reginei. S? aduc ordine în haos.

The first thing he thinks of is weaponry, killing his fellow humans. The second thing is power.

Whenever a religious movement has gained the reins of governmental power, individual liberties are strangled.