Quotes About Submission

Wherever you send us we will go. – Joshua 1:16

That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow. – Philippians 2:10

All on the altar . . . – Leviticus 1:9

O LORD , truly I am Your servant; I am Your servant. – Psalm 116:16

Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. – Luke 11:2

Later, concealment of pride in humility came to be recognized as a deliberate and useful tactic which Sophia—renamed Catherine—used when confronting crisis and danger. Threatened, she drew around herself a cloak of meekness, deference, and temporary submission.

Submission to the power of the mature masculine energies always brings forth a new masculine personality that is marked by calm, compassion, clarity of vision, and generativity.

Your admission to Complainers that you are at fault is not only likely to be taken as a sign of submission, but, more importantly, you are just confirming their belief that the power to solve the problems that they are pointing out is, in truth, yours. You validate for them the fact that indeed it's all your fault and they are blameless.

The root of the issue is pride. We think of ourselves as thoughtful and in control. We think of ourselves as wiser than the God who planned all things from beginning to end. We think we can see the future, disbelieving God and believing ourselves.

El origen del problema es el orgullo. Nos consideramos serios y en control. Nos creemos más sabios que el Dios que planeó todas las cosas desde el principio hasta el final. Pensamos que podemos ver el futuro, desobedeciendo a Dios y creyéndonos a nosotros mismos.

He became an unimaginative woman's creation. Delilah had shorn his locks and assured him he looked much neater and cooler without them. He gave her his soul, and she transformed it into a cabbage.

Christians are under an obligation to bear witness to their faith, but this does not mean inflicting their faith on other people or forcibly requiring them to adopt it. As the founder of the Christian faith showed, you bear witness not through triumphing over your rivals but through submitting to their judgement.

we find the university dominated by theology of another kind – a godless theology, to be sure, but one no less insistent upon unquestioning submission to doctrine, and no less ardent in its pursuit of heretics, sceptics and debunkers. People are no longer burned at the stake for their views: they simply fail to get tenure, or, if they are students, they flunk the course. But the effect is similar, namely to reinforce an orthodoxy in which nobody really believes.

The four points of the compass be logic, knowledge, wisdom and the unknown. Some do bow in that final direction. Others advance upon it. To bow before the one is to lose sight of the three. I may submit to the unknown, but never to the unknowable. The man who bows in that final direction is either a saint or a fool. I have no use for either.

To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power, age-old pastime of humanity.

This is the meaning of what is euphemistically called *dialogue*: not to listen to each other, but to submit in common to an egalitarian principle of the distribution of language goods.

There's nothing shameful about taking orders from a woman of superior rank.

I've noticed that two prayers in particular are among the riskiest a person can pray. [...] "God, open my eyes to who you really are, and then I'll open my life to you." [...] "God, here I am, fully submitted to you; use me as you have never used me before.

we can't be filled with the power of God until we let go of the false pretense that we can get by on our own.

The moral of the tale is this: whoever allows himself to be whipped, deserves to be whipped.

Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman's entire but decisive advantage. Through man's passions, nature has given man into woman's hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.

I can easily imagine belonging to one man for my entire life, but he would have to be a whole man, a man who would dominate me, who would subjugate me by his inate strength. And every man—I know this very well—as soon as he falls in love becomes weak, pliable, ridiculous. He puts himself into the woman's hands, kneels down before her. The only man whom I could love permanently would be he before whom I should have to kneel.

Dangerous forces lie within me. You awaken them, and not to your advantage. You know how to paint pleasure, cruelty, arrogance in glowing colors.

Yes, I am cruel—since you take so much delight in that word-and am I not entitled to be so? Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman's entire but decisive advantage. Through his passion nature has given man into woman's hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.