Quotes About Control

your past is just a story. and once you realize this, it has no power over you

But not to worry, he says. I have a badge and a gun and a penis.

A la gente que amas les puedes hacer cosas peores que matarlos. Lo normal es quedarse mirando cómo el mundo lo hace por ti. Solamente tienes que leer un periódico.

Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be. Every time you don't throw yourself down the stairs, that's a choice. Every time you don't crash your car, you reenlist.

Las mismas leyes que nos mantienen a salvo nos condenan al aburrimiento. Sin acceso al caos verdadero, nunca lograremos la paz verdadera.

Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

This is way out of bounds. I said you could rape me. I did not say you could ruin my panty-hose.

Primero los padres te dan la vida, pero luego intentan imponerte la suya.

The things you own, end up owning you. Tyler Durden

I tell Marla about the woman in Dear Abby who married a handsome successful mortician and on their wedding night, he made her soak in a tub of ice water until her skin was freezing to the touch, and then he made her lie in bed completely still while he had intercourse with her cold inert body. The funny thing is this woman had done this as a newlywed, and gone on to do it for the next ten years of marriage and now she was writing to Dear Abby to ask if Abby thought it meant something.

things you used to own, now they own you.

With enough soap," Tyler says, you could blow up the whole world.

People will jump through hoops if you just make them feel like a god.

how do you steal a Republic? By convincing its people that they cannot govern themselves—that freedom is their enemy and that fear is their ally.

People like the illusion of choice. Gives them comfort in these strange times.

If one wants power, one must take it.

They raise their blasters as she lowers hers. "I'm sorry, Captain," she says. Then, to her backup: "Arrest him. Take him to detention level—No. Wait." She snaps her fingers. "Have him shackled and taken to my shuttle. Have a medical droid in attendance." With a stiff smile she says (as if for his approval): "We are not animals.

Naughty business, this Empire.

Palpatine has the presence of a collapsing star and the consumptive void that results from it. It draws you in. It takes something from you. It is a flensing, frightening force. But Rax stands tall

And how do you steal a Republic? By convincing its people that they cannot govern themselves—that freedom is their enemy and that fear is their ally. Palpatine

The Ravager is not the last weapon. Nor do I even control it. There is … another." His face twitches. "You don't mean …" "I do mean. He's not dead." "But you said he was." "I lied." She shrugs. "This was … all his plan. Wasn't it? I should've seen it. I fell for a trap. We all fell for your trap.

The Empire's weapon may be destroyed, but the Empire itself lives on.

Weren't allowed to carry blasters.

Racism was a little like that. Sometimes the initial symptoms were small: microaggressions here, simmering resentment there. If you dealt with it head-on, maybe you could keep it contained. If you didn't deal with it, though, it came back with a vengeance: just like that little bacterium. Came back worse. Entrenched. So entrenched, in fact, the longer you let it go, the harder it was to control, and soon everything started to break down.