Quotes About Power

Words kill, words give life; they're either poison or fruit--- YOU choose.

A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed.

I've met enough KGB colonels in my life.

Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

You cannot make a windmill go with a pair of bellows.

A God. The God. One word can make all the difference in the world.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

The gun is a magic instrument, converting children to numbers.

No one, not even Wick, knew why the Company hadn't seen the day coming when Mord would transform from their watchdog to their doom - why they hadn't destroyed Mord while they still held that power. Now it was too late, for not only had Mord become a behemouth but by some magic of engineering extorted from the company, he had learned to levitate, to fly.

There is always a charge, of one kind or another. *

The hegemony of what was real had been altered, or broken, forever.

by the time this hold, the doubling and mirroring, has waned as most reigns of terror do, the signs of his hand, his will, will have irrevocably fallen across so many places.

She had a nice laugh, even as she was using it as a weapon against him.

You don't know this, 'cause you're too young," came the usual lecture, "but politicians run all the big scams. Government's the thief of all time. That's why it tries so hard to catch thieves—it doesn't like the competition.

I felt like a child. I was a child. I could blow things up but I couldn't put things back together.

While Control came with whispers about being part of a kind of invisible dynasty, which naturally bred resentment. There was no denying that fact, even if, up close, the dynasty was more like a devolving franchise.

I could snap any number of men over my knee.

And man is the greatest killer, the greatest hunter of them all. The whole world of nature knows man for the irresistible master. The roar of his gun, the cunning of his trap, the strength and agility of his arm place all else beneath him. Should man then be treated by nature differently from the other dominants, the army ants and the wasps? It

Accidents and acts of God don't mean a thing, unless they're followed later by acts of will.

Because Control knew that belief in a scientific process only took you so far. The ziggurats of illogic erected by your average domestic terrorist as he or she bought the fertiliser or made a detonator took on their own teetering momentum and power. When those towers crashed to the earth, they still existed whole in the perpetrator's mind, and everyone else's too – just for different reasons.

How many invisible, abstract incantations ruled the world beyond the Southern Reach?

He was Control, and he was in control.

Perhaps because trees did not resist. Trees fell over on their own accord, sometimes, as if to prove their love for the ax. The chainsaw that felled most of them just completed a trees own inevitable thought.