Quotes About Restraint

A lot of people lacked that gift: knowing when to fuck off. People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips. She looks nice today, I'd think, but somehow it wouldn't occur to me to say it out loud. My mom talked, my sister talked. I'd been raised to listen. So, sitting on the couch by myself, not talking, felt decadent.

Good catch, Tanner said. Next time do it before it comes out of your mouth.

Do not antagonize the cops, I told myself. Repeat if necessary: Do not antagonize the cops.

It was a constant problem: too much control or no control at all.

Pero no lo dije en voz alta; a menudo no digo las cosas en voz alta, ni siquiera cuando debería. Contengo y compartimiento hasta un extremo preocupante: en el sótano de mi vientre hay cientos de botellas llenas de ira, desespero, temor, pero uno nunca lo adivinaría al verme.

y sé que me voy enfadar: esa sensación de inhalación rápida, labios que se tensan, hombros que se alzan; esa sensación de <>. ¿Es que los hombres no conocen esa sensación? No quieres enfadarte, pero te ves obligada a ello, prácticamente. Porque una regla, una buena regla, una regla agradable, ésta siendo quebrantada.

I often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of

She made pronouncements: I like ponies. I hate spaghetti. I hate you. Like her mother, she had no poker face. No poker mood. It was all right there. When she wasn't angry or sad, she just didn't say much. Now, seat belted in back, taken along for the ride, she sat silently, her pink-blotched face aimed out the window, a finger against the glass, tracing the tops of trees outside.

I am doing my thing, my impulse thing: What if I leap from the theater balcony right now? What if I tongue the homeless man across from me on the subway? What if I sit down on the floor of this party by myself and eat everything on that deli tray, including the cigarettes?

gnawing on a cuticle: You know you should stop, that it doesn't really feel as good as you think, but you can't quit grinding away.

often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.

Really, dude? How do you get through life without breaking something? Your mom wrap you in bubble wrap?

Desire urges me on while fear bridals me

Control is out of the question.

If I had to watch Matt take one more bite of that veggie patty, I would have popped a blood vessel.

There is no need for us to know what we cannot know. There is so much for us to deal with here.

I was passing in the street and thought I'd bring you the news straight from the port. Lafayette is dead!" "One cannot say that he was taken before his time. We must restrain our grief.

Wer überlegt, der sucht Bewegungsgründe, nicht zu dürfen.

I've had my allotment of liquor — and probably twenty other people's

There is no greatness apart from self control. Development that does not include self government will only guarantee our mediocrity.

There is no greatness apart from self control. Development that does not include personal government will only guarantee our mediocrity.

and won out of her a stiff unused smile.

If one possess a thing securely one need never use it.

sanity is really limiting.