Quotes About Restraint

We can't," he said gently, ignoring the hardness and the pain in his groin. "You deserve better than something hot and fast up against a tree." She swallowed. "I'm not so sure about that.

If he'd tossed her to the ground and started ripping off her clothes, instead of being outraged, she would have helped. She would have done it right there, in front of God and the goats.

But you were married. Didn't the former Mrs. Patrick tame you?" He moved closer. "Do I look tamed?" "Hmm." She squinted. "I think I can see little marks on your cheeks where the reins went.

If you're feeling anything but levelheaded, don't do something that can't be undone.

I am sick of having opinions. I am sick of talking.

No creature should ever be trapped against its will," she used to say. "It will ruin itself, just trying to escape.

Nothing could be more fearful than losing one's freedom. To be confined. Never to see a golden cloudburst or rivers of sunlight on dark flowers. never to walk your own cultivated furrows. And the memory dangled over his heart like the sword of Damocles.

the brush and flung it across the dressing

The best time for you to hold your tongue is the time you feel you must say something or bust.

I figured he was adhering to the adage that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't make fun of the person paying the mortgage.

The thing is," Elliot said neutrally, "people lose their temper and strike out, and human beings are pretty fragile when you get down to it.

Long ago, I conquered my anger and placed it in my pocket. When I have need of it, I take it out.

Just because something is good doesn't mean we should pursue it right now.

John Calvin wrote, "The evil in our desire typically does not lie in what we want, but in that we want it too much.

Dragon was controlling himself admirably but he had the look of a man who has found something unpleasant on his boot.

But Kerry allowed her first thought, bitter as ginger root, to go where most first thoughts should go: unsaid. Skimmed off to leave something kinder beneath.

Not only did I avoid speaking of Salinger I resisted thinking about him. I did not reread his letters to me. The experience had been too painful.

Erik choked back the insult he'd been on the verge of uttering. Judging by his expression, it was viler than a castor-oil purgative.

Whenever the mind tries to ascend into realms of new and sublime abstraction, matter persists and confines it in the cellar of habit.

El único modo posible para el novelista de rescatar la novela consiste en abstenerse de escribirlas

equidistante del entusiasmo y de la indiferencia y que, de tanto en tanto, por alguna exaltación modesta, se justifica.

You will find in the end, my dear friend, that there is nothing more oppressie than freedom.

In such a square context, we grow in bent shapes, our love made beautiful by our restraints.

As we say in the American Institute of Wine and Food, small helpings, no seconds. A little bit of everything. No snacking. And have a good time.