Quotes About Control

Who's the boss - you or your feelings?

our thinking leads our feelings (not the other way around)...

We can't buy into the lie that we are powerless over our feelings.

You are not rejecting a person if you reject his words. You get to receive the person with kindness and compassion and treat him as a human being. If someone gets offended and feels rejected just because you rejected his words, then stay away from him, because he has unhealthy heart boundaries that cause him to use prophecy to control or manipulate the people around him.

for Jia Bao's storyline, I drew on the experiences of Peng Ming-Min, Henry Liu, and Chen Wen-cheng to understand the various legal and extralegal mechanisms the KMT government used to control its challengers, particularly from abroad.

If we say he was a dictator, then we will have to admit that we were duped.

He was clearly used to sucking in the universe, examining it, then bending it to his will.

But there is obviously a relationship between surveillance and terror; the same institutions are used and many of the same processes are involved.

this daddy longlegs...became like a pet,' I offered. 'I remember that.' 'Not something you could control, but something you could love. But if it had left the bathroom and invaded the bedroom, you probably wouldn't have liked it so much. But keeping it in the bathroom allowed you to love it. Keeping it in there was a sign that you loved it...Barriers. We need them. They let you love someone. Otherwise you might kill them.

Sholem was saying that freedom, for him, is having the technical facility to be able to execute whatever he wants, just whatever image he has in mind. But that's not freedom! That's control, or power. Whereas I think Margaux understands freedom to be the freedom to take risks, the freedom to do something bad or to appear foolish. To not recognize that difference is a pretty big thing. p. 19

Men have been adjudicating on what women are, and how they should behave, for millennia through the institutions of social control such as religion, the medical profession, psychoanalysis, the sex industry. Feminists have fought to remove the definition of what a woman is from these masculine institutions and develop their own understandings.

the work of sexologists and the development of sex therapy are all instances of how men's power over women was to be supported and managed through the regulation of marital sex. Sex, in this scheme of things, was not a natural and spontaneous seeking after pleasure by men and women, but a regulatory mechanism designed and constructed to enforce male dominance and female submission.

Sexual intercourse is the only purely reproductive sexual practice and if it is engaged in by women only when they wish to procreate then reproduction is under women's control. Once sexual intercourse is established as compulsory then women have recourse only to artificial contraception, abortion, and infanticide, to control reproduction and childbearing.

It's like having a chronic health condition that you control with medication. The condition will always be there and you take your pill, but you can't make a life around it. You can't be defined as a person because of it. You can't limit your dreams because of it. You accept it and go on. Life is too short to do otherwise.

It came to him then, permeated his disjointed thoughts. Billie was teaching him—him—how to make love. With a jolt of surprise at the crashing irony, Adrian realized he hadn't known how until now. He, the consummate lover, so renown for his sexual skill, so proficient and controlled and practiced, had only played at making love, where Billie…God. Clearly, it was all she knew. Pretense just wasn't in her spectrum of capabilities.

He'd performed like a well-oiled automaton last night, blocking out the reality of the woman taking her pleasure beneath him, banishing images of Billie that rushed time and again through his thoughts and threatened the steely control he maintained over his own orgasm. When at last he'd let himself go, one fevered word had pounded through his brain. Billie.

If government played by the same rules as the rest of us, it would cease to be government.

No matter how much the government controls the economic system, any problem will be blamed on whatever small zone of freedom that remains.

It's amazing how otherwise rational people can turn into jerks when emotions run amok.

You do know I'm the one person who can shoot you and make it look like justifiable homicide?

Good God, woman. Hit the brakes on the freight train that is your mouth.

She took two steps to the left. He shadowed her. She took three quick steps to the right. He did the same. "You…you're…" She couldn't even think straight. "I need you to remain calm." "Fuck you!" "That's not calm.

Ric stared up at the lion siblings. How Lock hadn't killed them already, he didn't know. If nothing else, Ric would have had them…managed by now. They'd be alive, but in Siberia.

Mitch grabbed hold of the car keys and held them over his head so Sissy couldn't get them. She, in turn, grabbed his nuts and twisted until he gave her the damn keys.