Quotes About Self-restraint

It is important to remember that anytime you feel the need to begin a conversation with the words, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but . . . it's almost always a conversation that shouldn't happen at all. So, if you feel the need to say, I probably shouldn't say this . . . then DON'T! Just hush. That little nudge you are feeling is probably the Holy Spirit saying, Don't go there. You're going to regret the words you're about to speak. Or as King David wrote, Muzzle it! I

feel that she possesses a rich nature, into which a friend might enter as into a kingdom; but for some reason she bars every one out and shuts all her possibilities up in herself, so that they cannot develop and blossom.

Most of the time, the only thing stopping us is ourselves.

I didn't like having my inhibitions lowered. If i was going to cut loose, i wanted to be in control of just how loose i got.

My lioness was crouched inside me, ready to spring, but would that hurt me more than him? "It means I can feed on things besides sex, and I'm trying very hard not to feed on you." "I know you are trying not to have sex with me." Great. It was like he'd edited what I'd said and heard only the sex part. I should have known he would.

The sentences build a fence around her, a Times Roman 10-point barricade, to keep the thorny voices in her head from getting too close.

Unix gives you just enough rope to hang yourself - and then a couple of more feet, just to be sure.

Man is not born to solve the problem of the universe, but to find out what he has to do; and to restrain himself within the limits of his comprehension.

It's the secret to happiness, you know. Only take what you need.

We spoil ourselves with scruples long as things go well.

We could define maturity as the ability to give everyone what they deserve when they deserve it, to separate the emotions that belong to, and should be restricted to, oneself from those that should at once be expressed to their initiators, rather than passed on to later and more innocent arrivals. We were often not mature.

Who imprisoned me here? Who keeps me here? Who can release me? Who's controlling and constraining my life except...me?

Evil at bottom is the refusal to recognize the reality of others, to refuse to restrain ourselves, so that another does not have room to live and develop freely.

You are confined only by the walls you build yourself.

E' come se dentro me ci fosse una creatura incazzata che scalpita per uscire. Sono anni che mi cresce dentro e ormai occupa tutto lo spazio, mi preme sui polmoni, sul petto, sulla gola. Io faccio di tutto per ricacciarla indietro. Non voglio farla uscire. Non posso farla uscire". "Raccontami di un giorno perfetto

Hunger is good discipline.

I think perhaps I can too. But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.

I never used to realize it, I guess. I try and play it along and just not make trouble for people. Probably I never would have had any trouble at all if I hadn't run into Brett when they shipped me to England. I suppose she only wanted what she couldn't have. Well, people were that way. To hell with people. The Catholic Church had an awfully good way of handling all that. Good advice, anyway. Not to think about it. Oh, it was swell advice. Try and take it sometime. Try and take it.

But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.

Discipline must come from trust and confidence.

The remedy for "keeping something to oneself" is not "letting it all hang out," which is a modern-day perversion of pervasiveness.

incontinence".

He had been so well brought up, first by an autocratic mother and then by an autocratic wife, not to speak of a black period during which he had been brought up by both ladies, who sometimes used him as a pawn against each other and at other times joined forces to crush him, that he had a feeling of guilt on those very rare occasions when he set out to enjoy himself in his own way.

In any event I kept this to myself, for I learned very quickly that I must never criticize. For happy and successful people, Nick and Alix were extraordinarily sensitive to criticism, and I learned not to look askance at her when she claimed to have come down in the world or complained of Maria or even of Nick, whose work occupied a good deal of his attention, attention which she thought should have been devoted entirely to herself.