Quotes About Power

Oh, yes, you can sin with your tongue! David knew this and took special steps to keep himself from that kind of sin. He knew how serious God is about the damage and destruction the tongue can do. He obviously passed this knowledge along to his son, Solomon, because in Proverbs 6, Solomon wrote: These six

For if one is partly insane, one is also, juridically, partly sane, and if one is partly sane one is at least partly responsible for one's actions, and if one is partly responsible one is wholly responsible; for responsibility is, as they say, that state in which the individual has the power to devote himself to a specific purpose of his own free will, independently of any compelling necessity, and one cannot simultaneously possess and lack such self-determination.

And so the mind or spirit is the great opportunist, itself impossible to pin down, take hold of, anywhere; one is tempted to believe that of all its influence nothing is left but decay. Every advance is a gain in particular and a separation in general; it is an increase in power leading only to a progressive increase in impotence, but there is no way to quit.

Ä°nsan ne yaparsa yaps?n, dedi Niteliksiz Adam kendi kendine, omuzlar?n? silkerek çeÅŸitli güçlerden oluÅŸan bu yuma??n içinde bu, hiç, ama hiç önem ta??m?yor!

Can you imagine Jesus as boss of a coal mine?

On her way back she thought she noticed that everything in the world was secretly contrived for beatings. It was just a thought that went through her mind. Parents their child. The state its convicts. The military its soldiers. The rich the poor. The coachman his horse. People went walking with big dogs on leashes. Everyone would rather intimidate another person than come to an understanding with him.

There is no great happiness without great taboos. Even in business, to pursue one's advantage at all costs is to risk getting nowhere. Keeping within one's limits is the secret of all phenomena, of power, happiness, faith, and the key to the task of maintaining oneself as a tiny human creature within the universe.

Jede menschliche Nase riecht unweigerlich sofort den zarten Hauch von Unabhängigkeit, Gewohnheit, zu befehlen, Gewohnheit, überall das Beste für sich zu wählen, leichter Weltverachtung und beständiger Machtverantwortung, der von einem großen und sicheren Einkommen aufstieg.

Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?...He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage...

this cat-and-mouse could not last forever, and he also knew that when you are the mouse you don't have much to say about it to the cat.

But it wasn't a Primary. It was hell among the yearlings and the Charge of the Light Brigade and Saturday night in the backroom of Casey's Saloon rolled into one, and when the smoke cleared away not a picture still hung on the walls. And there wasn't any Democratic Party. There was just Willie, with his hair in his eyes, and his shirt sticking to his stomach with sweat. And he had a meat ax in his hand and was screaming for blood.

Well, you were the Boss's poodle. And you liked it. You liked to be spit on. You weren't human. You weren't real. That's what I thought. But I was wrong, Tiny. Somewhere down in you there was something made you human. You resented being spit on. Even for money.

The struggle for power conducted along logical lines is much more likely to occur in smoke-filled rooms than at the polls. The party system is a grid, a filter, a meat chopper, through which issues are processed for the consuming public. The Civil War confirmed our preference for this arrangement. We like the fog of politics, with the occasional drama of the flash of a lightning bolt that, happily, is usually nothing more than a near miss.

Her tongue could kill at twenty paces.

Yeah, we all hated the Nazis, and if anybody didn't, he kept his fool mouth shut about it. Because if you lived in Flatbush, you were surrounded by Jews. And Jews, having paid the price in blood, now owned the Nazis outright, and we could do anything we wanted to them.

there's no reason why something should lose its power simply because it turns out to have layers of complexity that were not initially available to us, which we slowly attain.

It wallowed in its water-bed; it burrowed, heaved and swung; It gnawed its way ahead with grunts and sighs; Its bill of fare was rock and sand; the tailings were its dung; It glared around with fierce electric eyes. Full fifty buckets crammed its maw; it bellowed out for more; It looked like some great monster in the gloom.

The weakest punches are thrown with the tongue.

You don't need to explain anything to me, Karl. I trust that you were a gentleman. And then he added, Or at least I trust that you were a gentleman to as high a degree as she wanted you to be. I was a boy once too. No matter who is in power, I never want you thinking it's wrong to desire a girl's attention. That is life's greatest sweetness. I would never want to deny you that joy.

Part of the prejudice thing is that the victim has to be somebody weaker than you in numbers, but somebody you secretly admire or fear.

I don't understand why anybody old enough to know the score ever gets married, anyway. Why should love require a contract? Why put yourself into the clutches of the state and give it power over you? Why invite lawyers to fuck around with your assets? Marriage is for the immature and the insecure and the ignorant. We who see through such institutions should be content to live together without legal coercion

I'm not ready to fuck an empress just yet

It isn't a philosophy at all," Jack Bernstein maintained, hammering fist against palm. "It's just a gang of strong-arm men who happened to find a power vacuum and moved right in. They've got no overriding program of government. They simply do what they think is necessary to perpetuate their own rule and keep things from blowing up again. They grabbed power, and now they improvise from day to day.

Keynes rejected Labour's anti-élitism. He felt that the intellectual elements in the Labour party will '[n]ever exercise adequate control; too much will always be decided by those who do not know at all what they are talking about'. The Conservatives were much better off in this respect, since 'the inner ring of the party can almost dictate the details and the technique of policy'.