Quotes About Obedience

When she went out to the kitchen, I knew she would be getting her Triscuits. That was what she had for her snack at the end of every workday: six Triscuits exactly, because six was the serving size listed on the box. She showed a slavish devotion to the concept of a recommended serving size....

I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you're going no matter how you live, cannot you part.

We can live any way we want. People take vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience--even of silence--by choice. The thing is to stalk your calling in a certain skilled and supple way, to locate the most tender and live spot and plug into that pulse. This is yielding, not fighting. A weasel doesn't attack anything; a weasel lives as he's meant to, yielding at every moment to the perfect freedom of single necessity.

My compliments, Alek said slowly and evenly. Your contempt was most convincing. I am your servant.

I wonder, am I talking to someone at this very moment who is hesitating or drawing back from something the Master has shown you that He wants you to do? If so, then let me give you the word that Mary, Jesus' mother, once gave to a group of interested but hesitant people: 'Do whatever he tells you' (John 2:5).

Although designated as acting boss, D'Arco sensed he was getting "curved instructions" from Casso, who was transmitting the same information and directions he received to other Lucchese members. The curved instructions were designed to determine if D'Arco was faithfully carrying out his bosses' commands.

When we try to drill and practice someone into subservient obedience, we're stamping out the artist that lives within.

I define a factory as an organization that has figured it out, a place where people go to do what they're told and earn a paycheck.

The factory is a dead end and so is compliance. More obedience will not make us better. That's why graceful is in such demand.

we're seeing an explosion in new approaches, new models and new forms of interaction. This growth comes from change, insight and exploration, not obedience.

we give up our freedoms and responsibilities in exchange for the certainty that comes from being told what to do

We've been trained to believe that mediocre obedience is a genetic fact for most of the population, but it's interesting to note that this trait doesn't show up until after a few years of schooling.

The cog is standing by, waiting for instructions.

Like scared civilians eager to do whatever a despot tells them, we give up our freedoms and responsibilities in exchange for the certainty that comes from being told what to do.

I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worse place can I beg in your love,-- And yet a place of high respect with me,-- Than to be used as you use your dog?

The disobedient are prospering now only in a very limited earthly economy. God, however, calls us to live in a much higher economy—that of heaven.

More militerry, less skools.

I was young and frightened and craved respect and its ugly cousin, approval, so I did as I was told.

Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers.

Oh, see then, the Simi is not in trouble. I just kill the Greek god and all's fine. (Simi) You can't kill a Greek god, Simi. It's not allowed. (Acheron) There you go again, akri, saying no to the Simi. Don't eat that, Simi. Don't kill that, Simi. Stay here, Simi. Go to Katoteros, Simi, and wait for me to call you. I don't like being told no, akri. (Simi)

No, Simi. No food. (Acheron) No, Simi. No food. The Simi don't like this, akri. Katoteros is boring. There's nothing fun there. Only old dead people who want to come back here. Bleh! (Simi) Simi...(Acheron) I hear and obey, akri. The Simi just never said she would do so quietly. (Simi)

Shut up, Nick. (Talon) 'Shut up, Nick, heel, sit, fetch.' Love you too, Celt. (Nick)

Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers.' Yeah, I'll fetch those slippers and stick them someplace real uncomfortable. I swear, my mother should have named me Fido. (Nick)

Hmmm. See, in this world, Xirena, the Simi does what she wants and akri, he say, 'Okay, Simi, whatever you want, Simi.' Unless it involves eating people; then he usually says no, but that's the only time. Other than that, he do what the Simi says. See how that works? (Simi)