Quotes About Control

She loves. And she doesn't know how to pull it back when you have to, because sometimes you sure as feck have to. Got to grab it up with both hands and pull it back before somebody turns into knives and uses it to cut you to pieces.

If V'lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

Leave it alone, I'm handling this," Barrons told Ryodan. "I suggest you do a better job." "And I suggest you go fuck yourself.

Like is an emotion. Emotions"—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—"are like holding water. You open your hand, there's nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.

Barrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldn't be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photos—see Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.

I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.

raking a hand through his hair, he forced his attention to the text she'd left on the coffee table, refusing to dwell on the disconcerting fact that a part of him had taken one look at the lass in such proximity to his bed and said simply: Mine

If I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will! Wrists. Beam. Chained already Barrons. Come up with a new threat.

The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.

If he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons was too much a purist for that; his drugs were money, power, and control

A butterfly flaps its wings somewhere and the wind changes, and a warm front hits a cold front off the coast of western Africa and before you know it you've got a hurricane closing in. By the time anyone figured out the storm was coming, it was too late to do anything but batten down the hatches and exercise damage control.

He made a lousy passenger, barking instructions I ignored

He'd told me once that fear was more than a wasted emotion, it was the ultimate set of blinders; that if I couldn't face the truth of my reality, I could never control it, and would be subject to the wishes of anyone whose will was stronger than mine. He knew too well, from battling his own inner monster, what I've come to fathom only here and now. The most critical, defining battles we wage in life, we wage alone. Against ourselves.

He's treating her like she's fourteen and he's a normal adult, acting like he's taken her under his wing. Like he needs her detecting skills, same as Barrons did to Mac, and she's falling for it, same as Mac. He's lining up his dominoes, so they fall more easily when he feels like pushing them over, conserving energy so he doesn't have to hunt her when he's ready to kill her.

Who's the little girl?" Don't speak, Barrons had told me on the way there, no matter what anyone says. I don't care how pissed off you might get. Swallow it. His derisive "little girl" ringing in my ears, I bit down hard and didn't say a word. "Just the latest piece of ass, McCabe." I no longer had to bite down. I was speechless.

Naught will be done to you that you doona wish done. Dageus MacKeltar

My world we humans we're just pawns on an immortal chessboard.

You can't change an unpleasant reality if you won't acknowledge it, Mac. You can only control what you're willing to face. Truth hurts. But lies can kill.

He is raw sex in a bottle, uncorked. And somebody needs to cork it!

If you control the cause you own the effect. If you don't, events will unfold like dominoes toppling and you will have no one to blame but yourself.

Every time I think I'm getting wiser, more in control of my actions, I go slamming into a situation that makes me excruciatingly aware that all I've succeeded in doing is swapping one set of delusions for a more elaborate, attractive set of delusions

Barrons fucks you up. Ryodan makes you fuck yourself up.

She'd had her way, and had the top--the third time--informing him he was her 'own private playground'.

You are so stubborn." "I am? I? Woman who insists everything be her way? You must wear hard white shoes. You must remove your weapons. You must travel in a car. You must not kiss me even though I wrap my legs around you when you do. Must must must. I weary of that word.