Quotes About Submission

Until a man is nothing, God can make nothing out of him. Martin Luther had

And then you'll do what I say? "Yes." "Take us where I'll tell you to?" "Yes." "No hidden overrides?" "None that I know of.

The advanced neocortex in the mind vampires we encounter is merely along for the ride. Mind vampires can speak words fluidly and feign altruism and social niceties, but all a mind vampire (as is true with any sociopath) really knows is fight or flight, ascendancy or submission, and hierarchy and control. And violence. Always violence. The violence of their will over yours. And they live to control you.

todos somos como la arcilla en manos del alfarero y ninguna vasija podía preguntarle: «¿por qué me has hecho así?».

If we have the good fortune to be allergic to submission, to forms, to dogmas, to beliefs, to infallibility, to the idea of forming an artificial family isolated from society, and if we desire above all to live life deeply, perfectly integrated in society, then Tantra has something marvelous to offer to us. But Tantra requires a maturity, an independence, and a willingness not to conform.

"There are two kinds of men who never amount to much: those who cannot do what they are told, and those who can do nothing else."

I do not know You God because I am in the way. Please help me to push myself aside.

Meekness implies a spirit of gratitude as opposed to an attitude of self-sufficiency, an acknowledgement of a greater power beyond oneself, a recognition of God, and an acceptance of his commandments.

I want my husband to lead me and our family. But in order for him to do that I must be willing to submit to his lead. This does not mean I surrender my opinions or input or wisdom…it means I surrender my grip of control and selfish ways and trust him!

Maturity comes from obedience, not necessarily from age.

O Lord, correct me, but with judgment: not in Your anger, lest You bring me to nothing.

You see, we don't have enough sense to make these decisions. Somehow, you just get led to where you're supposed to be, if you're willing to submit.

I knew he that he didn't have the strength to get free. His life was being driven by a kind of flywheel. He had submitted to it and accepted it. It was turning fast. To slow it down or stop it and come to a place that was moving with the motion only of time and loss and slow grief was more, that day, than he could imagine. I knew too that it was more than he could bear.

After you have said "thy will be done," what more can be said? And where do you find the strength to pray "thy will be done" after you see what it means?

How, I am asking, can women improve themselves by submitting to the same specialization, degradation, trivialization, and tyrannization of work that men have submitted to? And that question is made legitimate by another: How have men improved themselves by submitting to it? The answer is that men have not, and women cannot, improve themselves by submitting to it.

Belief in God, said Diderot, is bound up with submission to autocracy; the two rise and fall together; and "men will never be free till the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.

He who has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you.

The Scriptures say the marital union is a relationship in which we no longer have final say about our own bodies. When we marry, we voluntarily relinquish those rights, giving that authority to our wife or husband. We take what God has entrusted to us-the temple of His Spirit-and in turn entrust it to our husband or wife. One

I reckon she's right. I reckon if there's ere a man or woman anywhere that He could turn it all over to and go away with His mind at rest, it would be Cora. And I reckon she would make a few changes, no matter how He was running it. And I reckon they would be for man's good. Leastways, we would have to like them. Leastways, we might as well go on and make like we did.

I, I should have just done what you wanted me to in the first place

Existence was really very simple when you did what you were told.

I am not a planner. I follow. Tell me what to do and no man alive does it better. But my mind is like fine wine; it travels badly.

Woman," Westley roared, "you are the property of the Dread Pirate Roberts and you…do…what…you're…told!

You'd do it so much better," Buttercup replied. "I'll get the sashes, but I really think you should do the actual tying." "Woman," Westley roared, "you are the property of the Dread Pirate Roberts and you . . . do . . . what . . . you're . . . told!