Quotes About Self-control

To live out God's plan for your life calls for you to discipline yourself…and your body. To push yourself. To deny yourself.

Personal discipline is a most powerful character quality and one worthy of dedicating your life to nurturing.

Little choices determine habit; Habit carves and molds character Which makes the big decisions.

When it comes to yourself, follow God's formula- deny yourself of overindulgence (Proverbs 23:2 and 30:8), examine yourself for any sinful habits (1 Corinthians 11:28), % exercise yourself to godliness (1 Timothy 4:7), and IK- develop self-control (Galatians 5:23).

God's supernatural self-control is available to us when we walk by the Spirit.

I was full of a hot, powerful sadness and would have loved to burst into the comfort of tears, but tried hard not to, remembering something my Guru once said -- that you should never give yourself a chance to fall apart because, when you do, it becomes a tendency and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong, instead.

But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilling yearnings.

Learning how to discipline your speech is a way of preventing your energies from spilling out of you through the rupture of your mouth, exhausting you and filling the world with words, words, words instead of serenity, peace and bliss.

I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the monkey mind. The thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl. My mind swings wildly through time, touching on dozens of ideas a minute, unharnessed and undisciplined. You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.

you should never give yourself a chance to fall apart because, when you do, it becomes a tendency and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong, instead. a

you may be wondering how it was physically possible for us to drink more than we already did, but here is the thing about drinking: one can always drink more, if one is truly committed. It's just a mater of discipline, really.

sins of the flesh will not get you punished in the afterlife. They will only get you punished in this life.

My old man also said this about Martha Knox: "She's not beautiful, but I think she knows how to sell it." Well, it's true that I wanted to hold her braid. I always had wanted to from first seeing it and mostly I wanted to in that dance, but I didn't reach for it and I didn't set down my beer bottle. Martha Knox wasn't selling anything. We didn't dance again that night or again at all, because

The problem is that we're all full of desire, it is the very hallmark of our emotional existence, and it can lead to our downfall - and to the downfall of others.

you may be wondering how it was physically possible for us to drink more than we already did, but here is the thing about drinking: one can always drink more, if one is truly committed. It's just a matter of discipline, really.

You should never give yourself a chance to fall apart, when you do, it become a tendency and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong, instead.

there was dignity to be found in stoicism

Here is what I do know, however: sins of the flesh will not get you punished in the afterlife. They will only get you punished in this life. As you've now learned.

there came a point in my life when I stopped doing this—when I stopped responding to life's challenges with floods of tears. Because really, there is no dignity in it. These days, I am the sort of tough-skinned old battle-ax who would rather stand dry-eyed and undefended in the most hostile underbrush of truth than degrade herself and everyone else by collapsing into a swamp of manipulative tears.

No, no, you needn't slap me; I am not at all hysterical.

Experience has taught me that whenever anything is on the tip of my tongue the best thing to do is to keep it there.

Really I have been thankful on my knees every time I have not said what I was going to say when I've been annoyed.

even now, after years of study in the art of holding my tongue, some stray fragment of what I feel does occasionally come out, and then I am at once pulled up and brought to my senses by the well-known cold stare of utter incomprehension, or the look of indulgent superiority that awaits any exposure of a feeling not in the least understood.

A responsible man remained unflappable in the face of personal loss. He would wave away an affront...