Quotes About Manipulation

You're going to buy him a car. He'd tell you anything you want to hear. See why I love you? You've got him nailed

He cut you off from your family, your friends. He whittled your world right down, didn't he, and hammered at you to be grateful for it." He had, of course he had. She hadn't seen it happening because it was so gradual—until it was just her life.

People like to say they've given somebody a choice when what they're really saying is 'do this my way'.

stretched truth into an obvious

Never. We lived by his moods, just like you said, and that's how he liked it.

It's praise and punish. It's how they get you to do what they want, how they train you.

Fake love is a very powerful thing.

It is crazy," said the nervous little man I'd followed up the street. "That's the only thing you learn in law school that's useful: Laws are crazy on purpose. Everything is negotiable. If you make a law complicated enough, you can apply it any way you want. You just need to make sure it's so complicated that no normal person can understand it, unless they went to law school.

He had a communications director named Hope Hicks. It's not like this was some kind of brilliant subterfuge.

In any situation, the villain is the person who knows the most but cares the least.

Once people decide they want you to do something, they don't really care what your qualifications are.

Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's busy holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed.

You gain power by pretending to be weak.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

I tiger can smile A snake will say it loves you Lies make us evil

I still love him so much I'll hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much I'll do anything to destroy him.

The truth is . . . you think what people want you to think.

Anymore, no one's mind is their own.

How can you possibly believe he really loves you?" Miss Sneezy looks from the Mother to the Saint to Mr. Whittier's hand."You have no choice," Mr. Whittier tells her. "If you need to be loved.

Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, I'll be anybody you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me.

You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.

Do we have free will, or do the mass media and our culture control us, our desires and actions, from the moment we're born?

When you go out with a drunk, you'll notice how a drunk fills your glass so he can empty his own. As long as you're drinking, drinking is okay. Two's company. Drinking is fun. If there's a bottle, even if your glass isn't empty, a drunk, he'll pour a little in your glass before he fills his own. This only looks like generosity.

Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's busy holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed.