Quotes About Control

You can't do damage control dead.

I feel what's in you, and there's nothing light about it. I know the dark side. I live there, for fuck's sake. Emotion shapes power. Terrible power comes at a terrible price. Shut it the fuck down and get your bloody emotions in check, Ms. Lane.

In Fae and mortal realms alike, he who controls the press controls the world.

Power is not good or evil. It is what it is in the hands of the wielder.

Fear of the power you believe someone or something has over you is nothing but a jail cell you choose to walk into.

Put me down. I can walk." "Nay. I've no desire for you to be master of your destiny in any manner, however small. You are too unpredictable." "I'm unpredictable?" "Aye." She was speechless a moment. Then she pinched his butt, hard. "Ow!" He smacked her bottom. "Ow!" she yelped. "Behave," he growled. "Tit for tat, lass. Remember that.

That sounds as if you're telling me you plan to keep me, lass." His eyes narrowed and he went very still.

When people have absolutely no control over the things that really matter to them, they tend to do one of three things: devolve into animals and prey on others, indulging their base instincts (wolves); huddle in herds for comfort and safety from the chaos (sheep); or invoke a rigid daily routine, effecting control over those few things they can while endeavoring to change what seems an inevitable fate (sheepdogs). Over

I am the law." "Apparently. Heil." I click my heels together and salute.

When man thinks he knows God's course better than God himself is when hundreds die—

What is the greater good but tyranny's chameleon? For eons it has changed skins to sate the current ruler's hunger for political and spiritual dominion.

She lives at my discretion. I can take her breath. I can give it back.

I resent being cued. It makes me not want to know.

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.

Chloe-lass, I'm going to keep you." "Keep me, my ass," she snapped. "I don't agree to being kept." "Forever," he said, with a chilling smile. "And you will.

He bristles with impatience. I feel the lust rolling off him, the violence beneath it. "You said you wanted something. What is it, Ms. Lane?" I smile coolly. "The deed to my bookstore, Barrons. What else?

Acts done by my body against my will are not my acts.

I always get them to call me whatever I want. I'm always in control. Isn't much I like more than a beautiful woman tied to my bed while I make her come till she passes out. So what's my problem?

He was obsessed, and obsessed men are dangerous men.

Don't lose yourself in anger, Mac. It's gasoline. You can burn it as fuel, or you can use it to torch everything you care about and end up standing on a scorched battlefield, with everybody dead, even you—only your body doesn't have the good grace to quit breathing.

It was like being owned." "Some women like that." "Not me." "Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning." "I doubt it. I couldn't breathe with him kissing me." "One day you may kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.

Fear is more than a wasted emotion. It's the penultimate set of blinders. If you can't face the truth of your reality, you can't be a part of it, can't control it. You may as well throw in the towel and yield to the whims of anyone with a stronger will.

She asked me to call her bitch downstairs when we were doing shots at the bar. Said it turned her on. Later, with a laugh, she switched it to princess. Now she wants mistress. High maintenance. Some women are worth it.

He can deal with not being able to control you as long as you let the world believe he does. He's king here, honey. Kings can't be challenged publicly.