Quotes About Power

Your lands will stretch from sea to sea,' she said finally. 'But peace comes at the price of bloodshed. Five battles will buy you peace, four to win and one to lose. Many must die but you yourself are safe from death, except at the hands of your own son.

But, as your saints teach and we have always known, attachment enslaves you. Only those free from it see the world as it really is and have power over themselves and all things.

It's what you do to yourself when you go mad with rage. You have no idea how much you can hurt yourself with your own strength.

Stan Delaney had always known that women had the power to draw blood with their words. It was his mother's favorite hobby: to knife the soft, stupid, defenseless egos of her husband and her son.

It looked like girls were controlled by their feelings but the opposite was true. Girls had excellent control of their feelings. They spun them around like batons: Now I'm crying! Now I'm laughing! Who know what I'll do next! Not you! A boy's emotions were like baseball bats that blindsided them.

Sometimes when she looked at him, she felt like there was a sleeping snake tightly coiled within her chest, a snake that would one day hiss to life and strike with unimaginable, unforgivable consequences.

It's kind of devastating." She paused. "And, Madeline, it infuriates me that I found it so devastating. It infuriates me that he had that power over me. I look in the mirror each day, and I think, 'I'm not overweight anymore,' but he's right, I'm still ugly. Intellectually I know I'm not ugly, I'm perfectly acceptable. But I feel ugly, because one man said it was so, and that made it so. It's pathetic.

Amy had never had a boyfriend hit her, although she'd had a couple who fucked her when she was too out of it to consent, but that was before consent got fashionable. Those kinds of incidents used to be considered 'funny'. Even 'hilarious'. The worse you felt, the louder you laughed. The laughter was necessary because it put you back in charge. You didn't remember, so you created a memory you hoped was the truth.

There was nothing wrong with the color. He'd call back the next day and say it was fine. He'd just needed to feel powerful for a few minutes. One of the younger hotshots had just made him feel inferior in a meeting.

I seriously don't understand how men came to rule the world," she'd said to her sister, Bridget, this morning,

She didn't believe in alternate realities. She believed in the transcendent power of love, memory and imagination. 'Anything is possible.

I can't believe they let us name a person," Nick had said. "It feels like something only the King of the Land should be able to do." "Or the Queen of the Kingdom," Alice said. "Oh, they'd never let a woman name a person," said Nick. "Obviously.

Didn't the stupid man realize that he no longer had the power to send anyone to their room?

She looked at her nine guests, all of whom had their eyes obediently closed as they waited her instructions. Their destinies were in her hands. She was going to change them not just temporarily, but forever.

And, Madeline, it infuriates me that I found it so devastating. It infuriates me that he had that power over me. I look in the mirror each day, and I think, I'm not overweight any more, but he's right, I'm still ugly. Intellectually I know I'm not ugly, I'm perfectly acceptable. But I feel ugly, because one man said it was so, and that made it so. It's pathetic.

Cecilia sipped her tea and imagined herself going back through time and putting that Khrushchev in his place.

No, Mr. Khrushchev, you may not have a wall. It will not prove that communism works. It will not work out well at all.

She could bully anyone into buying anything.

She was a woman with the strength to move mountains. She was a woman as weak as a child.

I won't get involved in any school politics," she'd said, and someone up there had overheard and hadn't liked her attitude. Far too confident. "We'll see about that," they'd said, and then sat back and had a good old laugh at her expense.

She was all-powerful when she knew without doubt that she was in the right. But how often did you know for sure that you were right? Hardly ever.

You're having one of those days of accumulating misery when you argue violently with someone in a position of power: a bank teller, a dry cleaner, a three-year-old.

She felt hot liquid anger suddenly cool and harden into something powerful and immovable.

The information was like a secret weapon hidden in her pocket, which she held in the palm of her hand, caressing its contours, considering its power.