Quotes About Servitude

Fire and water are good servants but bad masters.

If the greatest danger one faces as a slave is displeasing one's masters, this is the second: pleasing them.

Take care of her," he bid his servants, weariness and profound satisfaction draining his voice, shrugging into silk robes, bowing in my direction. "Treat her gently." They did, I trust; I don't remember it, in truth. I saw faces approach, awe-stricken. They understand, in Kusheth, what it is to serve Kushiel. I hurt, in every part of me. And I was content. I closed my eyes, then, and let the deeper tide of unconsciousness claim me.

Intimida a ese fanfarrón timador, llamado Azar, Y comanda la tirana circunstancia Sin corona, y rellena el lugar de un sirviente.

Wisdom's slaves are better than folly's kings.

We are never so free as when we own our sacred serfdom...

Lives in previous centuries for women are largely a matter of class. It would have been fun to have been a rich, privileged woman in the 18th century, but no fun at all to be her maid.

I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

He who is by nature not his own but another's man is by nature a slave.

I have discovered that a famed familiarity in great ones is a note of certain usurpation on the less; for great and popular men feign themselves to be servants to others to make those slaves to them.

It is very sad for a man to make himself servant to a single thing his manhood all taken out of him by the hydraulic pressure of excessive business.

Out of consideration of the "great prejudice" to the owners of coal and salt enterprises resulting from workers leaving their jobs "upon hope of greater gain" in some other employment, the Privy Council legally bound those workers to their masters, for life, unless they were sold along with the mine or saltworks, or were otherwise disposed of by their owners.9 Their servitude was not only perpetual but in practice hereditary.

Fire is the best of servants; but what a master!

At Harvard they teach people how to rule the world and at MIT they teach them how to make the world work. This is for the elite schools. For the rest, turn them into servants.

T]hey attribute to men a natural inclination to servitude, Ã¢â'¬Â¦ without thinking that it is the same for freedom as for innocence and virtue—their value is felt only as long as one enjoys them oneself and the taste for them is lost as soon as one has lost them.

Tashu's lip quivers. Palpatine was his everything. To serve someone else feels treasonous beyond the pale. The void awaits those who betray Palpatine—that much has always been clear. The void awaits traitors. "I only serve Palpatine." "Emperor Rax serves Palpatine, too. Now go." Tashu nods. "Yes. Yes. It makes sense. It's part of a plan, isn't it? A plan I couldn't see? Sidious always had a plan…

There are instruments and human players but sometimes a fiddle or a drum make instruments of those who play them, and all are put in servitude to the song.

its terms? Homer watched her as she dressed, like a valet who had waited on her since the cradle. "I'm caught," Cora said. "You choose to be with him." Homer looked puzzled. He took out his notebook, turned to the last page, and scribbled.

There are instruments and human players but sometimes a fiddle or a drum makes instruments of those who play them, and all are put in servitude to the song.

the reminder that she is only a human being for a tiny moment across the eternity of her servitude

In the sway of a sudden reverie among the furrows or while untangling the mysteries of an early-morning dream. In the middle of a song on a warm Sunday night. Then it comes, always—the overseer's cry, the call to work, the shadow of the master, the reminder that she is only a human being for a tiny moment across the eternity of her servitude.

Sé dueño de tu voluntad y siervo de tu conciencia»

Flush has grown an absolute monarch and barks one distracted when he wants a door opened," Mrs. Browning wrote. "Robert," she continued, "declares that the said Flush considers him, my husband, to be created for the especial purpose of doing him service, and really it looks rather like it.

At last the door opened stealthily. Ellen, the discreet black maid, stood behind Mrs. Chinnery's chair, waiting. Mrs. Chinnery pretended to ignore her, but the others were glad to stop. Ellen stepped forward and Mrs. Chinnery, submitting, was wheeled off to the mysterious upper chamber of extreme old age. Her pleasure was over.