Quotes About Submission

In the fallen there is danger of pride and vainglory, since they prefer their own judgment to the judgment of everyone else, usurping what is not their own by setting themselves up as judges in their own cause when the rightful judge is their superior.

God has established what man is supposed to do, and he expects man to do it his way and not a way independently of him. And when you do things independently of him, you have consequences you don't want to bear.

You must submit to supreme suffering in order to discover the completion of joy.

The greatness of a man's power is the measure of his surrender.

One rule which applies to every role is that you have to surrender yourself to the director with an empty slate.

The only requirement of a fan or a patient is the surrender to authority.

Every role is a new form of surrender.

I surrender to my directors. I do that because I respect them immensely. In fact, a director's talent scares me. I admit that they're more intelligent than me, and I submit to that, as an assistant director does. Even when I have suggestions to make, I don't state them strongly.

Demons are like obedient dogs; they come when they are called.

He dominated her, but she tamed him

We believe in God, and in that which has been revealed to us, which is that which was revealed to Abraham and Ismail and Jacob and the tribes [of Israel], as well as that which the Lord revealed to Moses and to Jesus and to all the other Prophets. We make no distinction between any of them; we submit ourselves to God. (3:84)

They're all so much afraid of the Council that they're not afraid of anything else.

At least by now he was familar with the patterned patternlessness of the life he was submitting to again. His reappearance was greeted not with happiness or relief, but with a blithe lack of surprise. Because such a return was always going to happen. Because young men must be allowed their delinquencies, but shouldn't be congratulated when they returned to a place they should never have left.

You wouldn't let him do it, would you, Jamie? Jamie's expression was very serene. She stared at Andrew when she spoke to her husband. With your permission, I would like to answer him. You have it, Alec replied. Andrew, she called out in a voice as cold and clear as a frigid winter morning, my husband does whatever he wishes to do. I am sometimes allowed to help, though. If he decides to cut off your feet, I will, of course, offer him my assistance.

It's the wife's duty, isn't it, to be submissive to her husband? Christina asked. It is, Lyon answered. His hands moved to the fastenings on her dress. Oh, yes, it definitely is. Then I shall be submissive, Lyon, Christina announced. When it suits me.

Because the only way to resist, our husbands had taught us, was by not resisting.

He was angry at the things that bound the woman … and at the woman who let herself be bound.

How can I rule anyone - when you so completely rule me?

The implications for politics were immense. If instead of ruthlessly pursuing his own self-interest to the detriment of others, a ruler would curb his ego and submit to li for a single day, Confucius believed, everyone under Heaven would respond to his goodness!

all rightly guided religion that submitted wholly to God, refused to worship man-made deities and preached that justice and equality came from the same divine source. Hence Muhammad never asked Jews or Christians to accept Islam, unless they particularly wished to do so, because they had received perfectly valid revelations of their own.

One must either rule side by side or be subdued entirely.

what you call my struggle to submit . . . is not struggle to submit but a struggle to accept and with passion. I mean, possibly, with joy. Picture me with my ground teeth stalking joy—fully armed too as it's a highly dangerous quest." —FLANNERY O'CONNOR

Describing the relationship between the biblical witnesses and the theologians who come after, the author challenges that the theologian is not to correct the notebooks of the biblical writers like some high school teacher. Instead, our theology is always subject to what THEY say, as we willingly submit our notebooks for their approval.

So, what do they pay you for...exactly? Slapped around. Tied up. Beaten. Given orders, made to do things. What kind of things? You know. No, I can't even begin to imagine. Lick my boots, crawl on floor, eat like dog. Nothing useful, then, like hoovering?