Quotes About Submission

The art of being a slave is to rule one's master.

You have the belt, you fight who they tell you to fight.

Nothing sets a Christian so much out of the devil's reach than humility.

It's a country of big children, people being naughty behind the teacher's back, people tattling on each other, people getting their dumb certificates for being good socialists. People submitting to the system because they're German and because it's a system. The whole thing was stupid and a lie. But they're not arrogant, not know-it-alls. They give what they have and they take me the way I am.

Chip's sphincter had meanwhile dilated nearly to the degree of unconditional surrender.

The author's economy, and happy life, among the Houyhnhnms. His great improvement in virtue by conversing with them. Their conversations. The author has notice given him by his master, that he must depart from the country. He falls into a swoon for grief; but submits. He contrives and finishes a canoe by the help of a fellow-servant, and puts to sea at a venture. I

is computed that eleven thousand persons have at several times suffered death, rather than submit to break their eggs at the smaller end.

Worship is either something "given", divine worship is fore-ordained—or it does not exist at all.

He must put aside his pride, his virtue, beauty and life and bow or submit to the absolutely intolerable.

The hero is the man of self-achieved submission. But submission to what? That precisely is the riddle that today we have to ask ourselves and that it is everywhere the primary virtue and historic deed of the hero to have solved.

The hero, whether god or goddess, man or woman, the figure in a myth or the dreamer of a dream, discovers and assimilates his opposite (his own unsuspecting self) either by swallowing it or by being swallowed. one by one the resistences are broken. he must put aside his pride, his virtue, beauty, and life, and bow or submit to the absolutely intolerable. Then he finds that he and his opposite are not of differing species, but one flesh.

There's just something about letting a girl have her way with you.

Socialism is submission of the masochistic masses to the will of the sadistic elites.

A nation's not a child, for God's sake. ... It's like a wild horse you tame by breaking it. Or a fiery woman you slap till she sees sense and warms your bed.

Compelled respect always implies fear.

A 'god' who's will is resisted, designs frustrated, and purpose checkmated, possesses no title to Deity.

Man in his usual perversity turns the footstool into a throne from whence he would feign direct the Almighty as to what He ought to do, giving the onlooker the impression that if God had half the compassion that those who pray (?) have, all would quickly be right

They only seem tall because we're on our knees.

It is true that in the beginning men submit under constraint and by force; but those who come after them obey without regret and perform willingly what their predecessors had done because they had to. This is why men born under the yoke and then nourished and reared in slavery are content, without further effort, to live in their native circumstance, unaware of any other state or right, and considering as quite natural the condition into which they were born.

FOR THE PRESENT I should to understand how it happens that so many men, so many villages, so many cities, so many nations, sometimes suffer under a single tyrant who has no other power than the power they give him; who is able to harm them only to the extent to which they have the willingness to bear with him; who could do them absolutely no injury unless they preferred to put up with him rather than contradict him.

Pour ce coup, je ne voudrais sinon entendre comme il se peut faire que tant d'hommes, tant de bourgs, tant de villes, tant de nations endurent quelquefois un tyran seul, qui n'a puissance que celle qu'ils lui donnent ;

Mais, ô bon Dieu ! que peut être cela ? comment dirons-nous que cela s'appelle ? quelle malheur est celui-là ? quel vice, ou plutôt quel malheureux vice ? Voir un nombre infini de personnes non pas obéir, mais servir […].

The voice of a Muslim woman is also 'aura. Not only because the sweet words coming from her mouth must be heard only by her husband and master, but because the voice may create a disturbance and set in train the cycle of zin?.

Nay – whoever submits his whole self to Allah and is a doer of good – he will get his reward with his Lord; on such shall be no fear, nor shall they grieve.