Quotes About Power

And who should have the money, indeed, if not your wives? They have everything to do with the money. What idea have you, but to waste it! Women waste nothing--they couldn't if they tried, said Aaron Sisson.

Another coupon tacked onto the pile I'll redeem when I get some power in my fucken life. Look around this life and all you see is folks' coupons tacked everywhere, what they'll do if, what they'll do when. Warm anticipation for shit that ain't even going to happen.

Anger cuts through a wide range of things. Cuts like a knife

You can't insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.

Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman.

From the old wood came an ancient melancholy, somehow soothing to her, better than the harsh insentience of the outer world. She liked the inwardness of the remnant of forest, the unspeaking reticence of the old trees. They seemed a very power of silence, and yet a vital presence. They, too, were waiting: obstinately, stoically waiting, and giving off a potency of silence.

They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all.

Life is beautiful, so long as it is consuming you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is glorious. It is best to roar away, like a fire with a great draught, white-hot to the last bit.

Yes there were two great groups of dogs wrangling for the bitching-goddess: the group of the flatterers, those who offered her amusement, stories, films, plays: and the other, much less showy, much more savage breed, those who gave her meat, the real substance of money. The well-groomed showy dogs of amusement wrangled and snarled among themselves for the favors of the bitch-goddess. But it was nothing to the silent fight-to-the-death that went on among the indispensables, the bone-bringers.

But a woman could yield to a man without yielding her inner, free self. That the poets and talkers about sex did not seem to have taken sufficiently into account. A woman could take a man without really giving herself away. Certainly she could take him without giving herself into his power. Rather she could use this sex thing to have power over him.

You, and rule!" she said. "You don't rule, don't flatter yourself. You have only got more than your share of the money, and make people work for you for two pounds a week, or threaten them with starvation.

She felt almost upper class; and at the same time a resentment against the ruling class smouldered in her. The masters!

When Clifford became really roused in his feelings about the common people, Connie was frightened. There was something devastatingly true in what he said. But it was a truth that killed.

Give me the child of any healthy, normally intelligent man, and I will make a perfectly competent Chatterley of him. It is not who begets us, that matters, but where fate places us. Place any child among the ruling classes, and he will grow up, to his own extent, a ruler. Put kings' and dukes' children among the masses, and they'll be little plebeians, mass products. It is the overwhelming pressure of environment.

She knew she submitted to life, which was her immediate master. But from her death, her ultimate master, she winced with fear and shame.

You, and rule!" she said. "You don't rule, don't flatter yourself. You have only got more than your share of the money, and make people work for you for two pounds a week, or threaten them with starvation. Rule! What do you give forth of rule? Why, you're dried up! You only bully with your money

Certainly she could take him without giving herself into his power. Rather she could use this sex thing to have power over him.

Who are the aristocrats now — who are chosen as the best to rule? Those who have money and the brains for money. It doesn't matter what else they have: but they must have money-brains — because they are ruling in the name of money." "The people elect the government," he said. "I know they do. But what are the people? Each one of them is a money-interest.

Then her eyes blazed naken in a kind of ecstasy, that frightened him.

Well, if one had to prostitute oneself, let it be to a bitch-goddess!

He was, in some paralysing way, conscious of his own defencelessness, though he had all the defence of privilege. Which is curious, but a phenomenon of our day.

He was, in some paralyzing way, conscious of his own defenselessness, though he had all the defense of privilege. Which is curious, but a phenomenon of our day.

could feel the male in him, something cold and triumphant

For in the Land of the Free, the greatest delight of every man is in getting the better of the other man.