Quotes About Power

You'll lie wi' me now, he said quietly. And I shall use ye as I must. And if you'll have your revenge for it, then take it and welcome, for my soul is yours, in all the black corners of it.

Bedding her could be anything from tenderness to riot, but to take her when she was a bit the worse for drink was always a particular delight. Intoxicated, she took less care for him than usual; abandoned and oblivious to all but her own pleasure, she would rake him, bite him - and beg him to serve her so, as well. He loved the feeling of power in it, the tantalizing choice between joining her at once in animal lust, or of holding himself-for a time- in check, so as to drive her at his whim.

Do ye dare to draw arms against the justice of God? snapped the tubby little judge. Jamie drew the sword completely, with a flash of steel, then thrust it point-first into the ground, leaving the hilt quivering with the force of the blow. I draw it in defense of this women, and the truth, he said If any here be against those two they'll answer to me, and then God, in that order.

I only said I felt like God, Sassenach, he murmured. I never said I was.

It would ha' been a good deal easier, if ye'd only been a witch.

There is a saying: in the kingdom of the blind, the one eyed man is king. I promptly invented its analogy, based it on experience. When no one knows what to do anyone with a sensible suggestion is going to be listened to.

He wanted to laugh; the vision of her pounding that wee boy in a fury of berserk rage, hair flying in the wind and a look of blood in her eye, was one he would treasure.

There were some chains you wore because you wanted to.

I had kissed my share of men, particularly during the war years, when flirtation and instant romance were the light-minded companions of death and uncertainty. Jamie, thought, was something different. His extreme gentleness was in no way tentative; rather it was a promise of power known and held in leash; a challenge and a provocation the more remarkable for its lack of demand. I am yours, it said. And if you will have me, then..

Fraser stood quite still for a moment, breathing slowly and regarding Woodbine as a tiger might regard a hedgehog: yes, he could eat it, but would the inconvenience of swallowing be worth it?

Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like, he said, but God made hope.

a Man's sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases

It's a terrible thing, to think it might be me that would be the threat, that I could kill you with my love-but it's true.

Because, Sassenach," he said, very dryly indeed, "when ye're a man, a good bit of what ye have to do is to draw up lines and fight other folk who come over them. Your enemies, your tenants, your children—your wife. Ye canna always just strike them or take a strap to them, but when ye can, at least it's clear to everyone who's in charge.

Faith is as powerful a force as science-- but far more dangerous

You tell me exactly what happened, ye filthy wee pervert," Fraser whispered, his breath hot on Grey's face and smelling of ale. He shook Grey slightly. "Every word. Every motion. Everything." Grey got just enough breath to answer. "No," he said defiantly. "Go ahead and kill me.

Faith is as powerful a force as science, he concluded, voice soft in the darkness, but far more dangerous.

He said, 'If you're sizable, half the men ye meet will fear ye, and the other half will want to try ye. Knock one down,' he said, 'and the rest will let ye be. But learn to do it fast and clean, or you'll be fightin' all your life.' So he'd take me to the barn and knock me into the straw until I learned to hit back.

the ancient savagery that men call motherhood, who mistake its tenderness for weakness.

Your aunt's a handsome woman, Fraser, but she could freeze the ballocks off the King o' Japan, and she wanted to.

Grey had noticed this female paradox before: women who swooned at the notion of powerful men who would protect them at the same time liked nothing better than an open admission of helplessness on the part of any male within their sphere of influence.

Sometimes I want to ride you like a wild horse, and bring you to the taming—did you know that? I can do it, you know I can. Drag you over the edge and drain you to a gasping husk. I can drive you to the edge of collapse and sometimes I delight in it

Doom, or save. That I cannot do. For I have no power beyond that of knowledge, no ability to bend others to my will, no way to stop them doing what they will. There is only me.

Ute McGillivray looked like a Valkyrie on a starchy diet;