Quotes About Control

Every time my parents bring up the subject of if I want to go back to Lake Hills or transfer somewhere else it makes me want to take more pills. Like that's even a possibility. Anything that might resemble a pill is under lock and key in our house. The next time I get my period, I'm going to have to ask Mom's permission for a Midol. She's probably going to ration my use of tampons in case I try to make a noose out of the strings.

The basic fact is that no, this isnt ideal. Very few things are. Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push,so to speak. -Heidi

It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling. The only person you can be sure to control, always, is yourself. Which is a lot to be sure of, but at the same time, not enough.

Macon: "It's true. And if that doesn't work, use the Jedi Mind Trick. But only if you really have to." Halley: "The what?" Macon: "The Jedi Mind Trick." He looked at me. "Didn't you ever see Star Wars?

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push, so to speak.

But she wouldn't. I knew that already. My mother and I had an understanding: we worked together to be as much in control of our shared world as possible. I was suposed to be her other half, carrying my share of the weight. In the last few weeks, I'd tried to shed it, and doing so sent everything off kilter. So of course she would pull me tighter, keeping me in my place, because doing so meant she would always be sure, somehow, of her own.

What you do in your dreams is never your choice. But it made me happy anyway.

So I learned another system: When in doubt, keep it out – out of earshot, out of the house – even if this meant, really, just keeping it in.

You can make your life, or life can make you. Was it really that simple of a choice?

Maybe my sister and I shared more than we thought. We were both waiting and wishing for something we couldn't completely control: I wanted to be alone, and she the total opposite. It was weird, really, to have something so contrary in common. But at least it was something.

This isn't ideal. Very few things are. Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push, so to speak. You know?

It's not forever', she'd said, but to my mother, it might as well have been. She had make her choice, and this was it, where she felt safe, in a world she could, for the most part, control.

but accepting help doesn"t have to mean giving up control.

Anger's not bad, he said. It's human...

What you do in your dreams is never your choice.

She had made her choice, and this was it, where she felt safe, in a world she could, for the most part, control. Page 328

This was just not fair. To get a taste of freedom, only to instantly be punished for it.

Restoring order of my personal universe suddenly seemed imperative, as I refolded my T-shirts, stuffed the toes of my shoes with tissue paper, and arranged all the bills in my secret stash box facing the same way, instead of tossed in sloppy and wild, as if by my evil twin. All week, I kept making lists and crossing things off them, ending each day with a sense of great accomplishment eclipsed only by complete and total exhaustion.

Life seemed so much more manageable when you could write it down neatly on paper.

It's a dominance thing, Lissa chimed in. Like dogs. He was making clear to you that he is the alpha dog. I looked at her. I mean, you're the alpha dog, she said quickly. But he doesn't know that yet. He's testing you. I don't want to be the alpha dog, I grumbled. I don't want to be a dog, period.

If life is a journey, wouldn't you rather be the person behind the wheel than the one just being carried along?

The was just not fair. To get a taste of freedom, only to instantly be punished for it.

It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling. The only person you can be sure to control, always, is yourself. Which is a lot to be sure of, but at the same time, not enough.