Quotes About Restraint

You (God) have not only commanded continence, that is, from what things we are to restrain our love, but also justice, that is, on what we are to bestow our love.

I try not to bring in anything I don't love looking at. It's about restaint ... There is something about an unfinished quality that leaves within you that sense of possibility.

Thrice all that was fine and sweet in her had leapt forth, only to be scourged back into hiding. Poor heart inhibited!

What do you call a dog on a leash? A meal on a string.

His life was one of simplicity and deprivation.

The work of preservation demands that the feelings playing about in one's guts not be turned into action.

The wise woman thinks twice and speaks once or, better yet, does not speak at all.

A smart man only tells half of what he thinks.

trembled. I wanted to throw a handful of black pepper in their faces, to throw lye on them, to scream that they were dirty, scummy peckerwoods, but I knew I was as clearly imprisoned behind the scene as the actors outside were confined to their roles.

I've been patient. I've let you run. But I'm not letting you run any longer.

Pero el corazón no siempre hacía caso y esta era una de las cosas sobre las que podría no tener control alguno.

I'll take that as my cue to mind my own business

I know it's probably wrong to fantasize about giving a nun a karate chop in the neck, but I couldn't help it. She was making me mad.

The practice does lose its charm if overused—

mad as a bee caught under a pickle jar

I think I've finally learned how to keep this big mouth shut.

I don't get nearly enough credit in life for the things I manage not to say.

How do you know that, Philo, dear? But Philologos had had enough of being condescended to. Because, Lamion, I am not as dumb as you think I am, even if you are. By the time Lamion had parsed this to make sure that there was in fact an insult at the end of it, Hilarion had laid a restraining hand on his arm.

Eddis looked at her minister, curious. "Your head?" she asked. Attolia explained. "He had to be forcibly dissuaded from strangling his son." "So have we all from time to time," Eddis said seriously.

What he brought out was a wooden gag they put in someone's mouth before doing something drastic, like cutting off a leg.

Will you sit down and stop shouting?" she asked. "I'll stop shouting. I won't sit down. I might need to throw more inkpots.

Sometimes it was better to keep Pandora's box closed.

No armor. No buckles. Only a few layers of cotton and ten feet of parlor separated his mouth from her breasts.

why shouldn't I react? Why shouldn't I say something back? Why shouldn't I be upset? He or she deserves to bear the brunt of my turmoil." That may be, but you don't.