Quotes About Restraint

We never sampled our drugs because we were afraid of them, but to admit it aloud would have broken the spell.

When you feel spontaneously excited by something—a new career you never thought about, a haircut you see in a magazine and want—shame is the voice that brings you "back down to earth.

I absolutely hate being strapped down and buckled to my own words.

It's a curse, you know, to be able to look higher than you're allowed to reach.

A leash is a rope with a noose at both ends.

The ' pleasure' of being drunk is obviously the pleasure of escaping from the responsibility of Consciousness.

Moments later, when she saw the look of control returning to his face, she said, Don't ever get angry at a man for stating the truth.

In science, restraint was necessary: there were questions that one was not allowed to put to the world - and he who nevertheless put them was like one who complained about a mirror whose reflection repeated his every movement but refused to reveal to him the volitional reason behind those movements.

Those who advocate that today's youth should be taught abstinence or deferred gratification rather than sex education will find no 1950s model for such restraint. 'Heavy petting' became a norm of dating in this period, while the proportion of white brides who were pregnant at marriage more than doubled. Teen birthrates soar, reaching highs that have not been equaled since.

Vane watched her reaction from under heavy lids, watched flaring passion light her eyes. Sparks of pure gold flashed in the hazel depths as he gently kneaded, then sent his fingers gliding over her silken skin. He knew he should kiss her, distract her, from what came next- but the compulsion to witness, to know her reaction as she learned what he would do, as he filled his senses with her, waxed strong.

Abstinence. It didn't even sound comfortable

I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have.

This is not a time for heroes because nobody will let that happen.

Standing to leave, he looked at her one last time, hating her and loving her just the same. She was yet another thing tying him to the city, his duty to her like a straitjacket holding him against his will. A locked box he couldn't find a way out of.

Flying is like sex—I've never had all I wanted but occasionally I've had all I could stand.

To avoid public mention of any name unless it can be done with favorable intent and connotation; reserve all criticism for the private conference; speak only good in public.

You cannot control others if you cannot control yourself. Those who most understand their own limitations have the fewest.

We could be bounded in a nutshell and count ourselves kings of infinite space.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

Sometimes you can't help people. Sometimes it's better not even to try.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

If you don't control your temper, your temper will control you.

Of course they had more chains on him than Scrooge saw on Marley's ghost, but he could have kicked up dickens if he'd wanted. That's a pun, son.