Quotes About Restraint

The liberty to live for self alone becomes in time a weary bondage.

My childhood here... was very limited. So it was a long, long time before I actually went out to Brooklyn.

"Statesman" gives the impression that every time a major issue comes up, I'll be popping off. And that's not what's going to happen.

The Christian always swears a bloody oath that he will never do it again. The civilized man simply resolves to be a bit more careful next time.

Every dog is allowed one bite, but a different view is taken of a dog that goes on biting all the time. He may not get his licence returned when it falls due.

Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Every time I look at you, I have to put a leash on myself. "No.

I'm pretty careful about the things I say ahead of time. I'm thoughtful about not going too far. The only thing you can do occasionally is be too much.

In our time the only restraint left is self-retraint.

But believe me, there's a lot I'd like to say - but I don't think the time is right now.

Who will in time present pleasure refrain, shall in time to come the more pleasure obtain.

Patience is only possible within the time we are able to be patient.

Most people spend less time outside than prisoners.

he might have one bite left.

Sometimes to keep it together you've got to leave it alone.

Tie two birds together. They will not be able to fly, even though they now have four wings.

You can do what you want, at home. But when you go out, keep it together.

Painting for him, she had realized then, was neither a hobby nor just a way of earning a living. It was a passion and a compulsion. In a certain sense it was who he was. She envied him. She had never been passionate about anything in her life. She had never allowed herself to be. She had deliberately shunned any excess of feeling as ungenteel. It was almost as though she had feared passion and where it might lead her.

He chattered on with the larger group, reclining indolently on one elbow on the blanket, sucking on the end of a blade of grass, and resisting with all the power of his will the urge to jump to his feet and stride off through the trees alone. He felt rather as if he were suffocating.

You said I was free, she told him. I have never been free—very few women ever are.

But he suppressed the thought. It could bring no peace at all, but only shatter it.

He had to force himself not to pull her into his arms to comfort her. Damn it, he had hurt her when he had meant only to tease. And he was uncomfortable with feelings of compassion.

I really could have thrown something at him, Rebecca, and I would too, but the only thing to hand was that Wedgwood vase that Maude sets such store by. And I really did not think he was worth a Wedgwood vase and Maude's tears.

But she would not allow her thoughts to show on her face. She kept her lips tightly pressed together and her expression impassive.

He could not do it. It was as simple as that. He had known it there at the castle as he held her in his arms, his head bent back against the stone pillar, his body aching and aching for her. He could not do it. She had done nothing to deserve him and the kind of destruction he could bring into her life.