Quotes About Control

You're like a crazy cat lady, but you collect killers instead of fluffy cats." "I don't collect killers." "Yes, you do, and those who aren't killers turn into killers by the time you're done. You made Julie into a maniac. That child has more knives on her than a squad of the PAD. Christopher was the only stray who couldn't fight, and now it turns out he's a god of terror. Why am I not surprised?

It was one thing to be attracted to bad boys, something I usually didn't suffer from. It was another to be attracted to bad men. Mad Rogan was a really bad, bad man. If he wanted something, he bought it, or persuaded you to give it to him, or just simply took it. I had to make sure he didn't want me. Because if he decided he did, it would be on his terms, and I wouldn't like it. No, I would like it, which was even worse.

She sighed. "Come on, then, wife. Put on a happy face." "Ugh." She reached over and slid her fingers into the crook of his elbow. "Good God, control yourself, woman. We're in public. At least wait until we're in the bedroom." "Your corpse will grow lovely goldenseal." He laughed again and walked her down to the smithy.

People do horrible things in the name of keeping things just the way they are." "Where

When you live in chaos as a child, you strive to impose order over the world. Unfortunately, the world refuses to comply, so you have to settle for trying to control yourself, your habitat, and your friends.

If you try to separate from her in any way . . ." "She will bark?" Konstantin asked. "Yes. If she barks for longer than one minute, the electronic sensor in her collar will send an alert. Cutting the collar or removing it will also trigger an alert." Matilda stared at him. "If anything happens to Rooster or her collar, I will know. I will come. I will bring friends. I hope we understand each other.

Roman waved his arm and a murder of crows shot out of the forest, flew above our heads and up into the sky. "I don't do doves," Roman said.

Most people will do just about anything you tell them to do, if you act with authority, give them no choice, and accept the responsibility for their actions. It's kind of scary, isn't it?

He didn't do it because his religion told him to murder people. He didn't do it because he couldn't control himself. He did it out of pure selfish greed, and he didn't feel the least bit upset by it. I'd rather take on a demonic horde any day. The

Besides, if I'd decided to pull Carver's spine out of his body, I would've done it already." "Can you actually do that?" Curran frowned. "I don't know. I mean theoretically if you broke the spine above the pelvis, you could, but then there are ribs . . . I'll have to try it sometime.

He owned their souls. They thought he was God. "When

Can you guarantee that your child will not snap and attack his classmates?" "Absolutely. He is very much like his father. It's important to him that his resorting to violence is viewed as a deliberate choice rather than a loss of control on his part.

When it's over, you will come to me and you will ask me to take charge of you.

Love and hate are both means of emotional control to which we subject ourselves. Once you were done with me, you'd want to be free of the pain of betrayal. Absolutely free.

Control your horse!" Jim snarled. " You control your horse." Oh wow, now that was a clever comeback. He'd surely drop to his knees and bow before my intellectual brilliance.

You're right. I have no idea what it's like to take shit from people I could kill with my eyes closed.

You like to win." She took a sip from her glass. "And forcing yourself on me would mean you failed in your conquest.

So snarl all you want, princess. But you will marry me, because you have no choice. You won't win this fight with farmers. You need a cold ruthless bastard like me, and I'm the only one here.

Was I supposed to come back with, by the way, I can kill you with my brain?

I could do this. I just had to stay cool. Zen. No punching in the face. Punching would not be Zen.

I chose to not worry about it, I told him. I filed it away into the same place keep things like Earth is a globe & ice floats. I'm aware of it, & when I need it, I'll pull it out & dust it off, ... They are my memories. I decide how to view them...

Being trained as an efficient killer wasn't enough. You also had to learn to control your stress and your fear, becoming so used to violence that you could detach yourself from the trauma of it and assess the level of violence necessary to respond. When the fight-or-flight response kicked in, Mother Nature shut off our brains. It was a biological survival mechanism.

Put it away. I could do it. I was strong enough. I had Voron to thank for it. I pulled the magic back. All the anger, all the pain, I collapsed it on itself and stuffed it away. It hurt. I took my hand out of Evdokia's fingers and picked up my teacup. Lukewarm tea touched my lips. "It's cold. I think I need a refill." Evdokia looked at me for a long moment. That's right. Barely human, you got it. I had a chance when I was five. Now it was too late.

I'm your best bet to keep Roland from taking over." "Yes." "Young, in need of being taught." Evdokia crossed her arms. "Yes." "Easily manipulated? Emotionally compromised? Are these my best qualities?" Evdokia threw her hands up in exasperation. "I would just like to know the score from the start. So I have no disappointments later.