Quotes About Discipline

Health is a habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed downstairs a step at a time.

Well, I know. It's jam—that's what it is. Forty times I've said if you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you. Hand me that switch.

In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewashing with vigor, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye.

Spare the rod and spile the child, as the Good Book says. I'm a laying up sin and suffering for us both, I

Spare the rod and spile the child, as the Good Book says. I'm a laying up sin and suffering for us both

to seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight.

If you wish to inflict a heartless and malignant punishment upon a young person, pledge him to keep a journal a year.

Then her conscience reproached her, and she yearned to say something kind and loving; but she judged that this would be construed into a confession that she had been in the wrong, and discipline forbade that. So she kept silence, and went about her affairs with a troubled heart.

One thing at a time, is my motto—and just play that thing for all it is worth, even if it's only two pair and a jack.

he's my own dead sister's boy, poor thing, and I ain't got the heart to lash him, somehow. Every time I let him off, my conscience does hurt me so, and every time I hit him my old heart most breaks.

Just at this juncture the boy felt a slow, fateful grip closing on his ear, and a steady lifting impulse. In that vise he was borne across the house and deposited in his own seat, under a peppering fire of giggles from the whole school. Then the master stood over him during a few awful moments, and finally moved away to his throne without saying a word. But although Tom's ear tingled, his heart was jubilant.

Now and then a division-agent was really obliged to shoot a hostler through the head to teach him some simple matter that he could have taught him with a club if his circumstances and surroundings had been different. But they were snappy, able men, those division-agents, and when they tried to teach a subordinate anything, that subordinate generally got it through his head.

Harry would take off his coat, remove his cravat, roll up his shirt-sleeves, give his curly hair the right touch before the glass, get out his book on engineering, his boxes of instruments, his drawing paper, his profile paper, open the book of logarithms, mix his India ink, sharpen his pencils, light a cigar, and sit down at the table to lay out a line, with the most grave notion that he was mastering the details of engineering.

Papa would say a word and the girl would have to spell it aloud and then paint it on the wall, as long as she got it right. After a month, the wall was recoated. A fresh cement page.

When a woman with an iron fist tells you to get out there and clean spit off the door, you do it. Especially when the iron's hot.

Sola como estaba, carecía de la disciplina necesaria para mantenerse convenientemente alejada.

If someone wanted to be a runner, you don't tell them to think about running, you tell them to run. And the same simple idea applies to writing, I hope.

For a moment, it appeared that her foster mother would comfort her or pat her on the shoulder. Good girl, Liesel. Good girl. Pat, pat, pat. She did no such thing. Instead, Rosa Hubermann stood up, selected a wooden spoon, and held it under Liesel's nose. It was a necessity as far as she was concerned.

Sergeant Stephan Schneider

Frau Lindner war eine scharfkantige Frau mit dicken Brillengläsern und einem ruchlosen Blick. Sie hatte sich diesen Blick zugelegt, um jeden Gedanken an Diebstahl in ihrem Laden im Keim zu ersticken. Sie hütete ihr Geschäft mit einer soldatesken Haltung, einer unterkühlten Stimme, und selbst ihr Atem roch nach Heil Hitler.

When a woman with an iron fist tells you to get out there and clean spit off the door, you do it. Especially when the iron's hot.

I hate the Army," Eberly said. "The Army wants you to hate it," Joe said. "It's the Army system. It's what bonds us all together into a fighting unit.

That's why I tell the children not to chew gum. First it's gum, then rock music, then marijuana and . . .

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence.