Quotes About Restraint

But I won't bore you any longer on the subject of old men. It won't make things any better and all my plans of revenge (such as disconnecting the lamp, shutting the door, hiding his clothes) must be abandoned in order to keep the peace. Oh, I'm becoming so sensible! ...

It's easier to whisper your feelings than to trumpet them forth out loud

I'm seething with rage, yet I can't show it.

I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show.

I don't dare do anything anymore, 'cause I'm afraid it's not allowed.

It is impossible for me to be all sugar one day and spit venom the next. I'd rather choose the golden mean (which is not so golden), keep my thoughts to myself, and try for once to be just as disdainful to them as they are to me. Oh, if only I could!

I feel as if I were about to explode. I know crying would help, but I can't cry. I'm restless.

I'm seething with rage, yet I can't show it. I'd like to scream, stamp my foot, give Mother a good shaking, cry and I don't know what else because of the nasty words, mocking looks and accusations that she hurls at me day after day, piercing me like arrows from a tightly strung bow, which are nearly impossible to pull from my body. I'd

Kitty, if only you knew how I sometimes boil under so many gibes and jeers. And I don't know how long I shall be able to stifle my rage. I shall just blow up one day. Still

But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem. I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show.

Fietsen, dansen, fluiten, de wereld in kijken, me jong voelen, weten dat ik vrij ben, daar snak ik naar en toch mag ik het niet laten zien, want denk er eens aan als we alle acht ons gingen beklagen of ontevreden gezichten zouden zetten, waar moet dat naartoe?

Whenever the world throws rose petals at you, which thrill and seduce the ego, beware.

And my father, who never once in his life would have used the word 'nigger,' would smile and give an almost imperceptible laugh -- not a trace of rage on behalf of black people, not a trace of rage on behalf of me.

I had to grip myself by the wrist not to pitch one good idea after another at them. . . . I writhed with the effort to stay silent. . . . Since Jax's birth my ideas about what would be best for everyone usually got in the way. Life is already an obstacle course, and when you're adding your own impediments (thinking they're helping), you really crazy it up. You make it harder to even just cross the room. You should not bring more items and hurdles to the obstacle course.

that getting all of one's addictions under control is a little like putting an octopus to bed.

Getting all your addictions under control is like trying to put an octopus to bed

In biblical times, they used to stone a few thirteen-year-olds with some regularity, which helped keep the others quiet and at home. The mothers were usually in the first row of stone throwers, and had to be restrained.

tucked his hands under his thighs as if they had to be contained, as if they would lash out otherwise, or fly away.

She had had to learn that, although it was her nature to seethe, she must seethe discreetly. Unlike the average Pernese, dragonriders were apt to perceive strong emotional auras.

Ah! I had been screaming. I realized it. Lots of mortals around me, high up in the night, were telling me to be quiet.

One doesn't simply glut oneself on blood.

Dead. things, dead things. . . I said. Come no closer. Talking of madness and love, in this reeking place! And that old monster, Magnus, locking them up in his dungeon. How did he love them, his captives? The way boys love butterflies when they rip off their wings!

If you really want peace in any world you have to learn to say nothing.

A firm hand was placed against my chest to steady me and to hold me back.