Quotes About Restraint

Prison is essentially a shortage of space made up for by a surplus of time; to an inmate, both are palpable.

You like it in jail? It's not too bad. You don't meet the best people, but who the hell wants to?

You like it in jail? It's not too bad. You don't meet the best people, but who the hell wants to?

I was way past the age when it's fun to swear at people you can't hurt.

the world had gone too far in its enthusiasm for moderation and the thing had to be stopped

inside this prison he lived in freedom

Your worst dungeon might be the room with the most windows.

Nevertheless, the number of hoots I give for them is restricted to less than two.

This girl's a prisoner of her time and her age, the same as anyone else, which means that all of this is perfectly serious to her.

It surprised Anna and it upset Anna how small her life was each time she tried to tell it, to shape it in order to escape it, how it always came out too quickly as a few dispiriting sentences so easily dismissed.

He reasoned that, as there was nothing he could do about his feelings, he must avoid acting on them.

You know, the thing is with people who never talk, the thing is you always suppose they're harbouring some enormous secret. But, just possibly, the secret is, they have absolutely nothing to say.

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT—WHY DON'T YOU TRY IT FOR A WHILE?

Part of running a successful tyranny is knowing when and how to let your subjects off the leash

She wanted to do damage, gashed red, bleeding, and screaming damage to all and any of the bland facets of social restraint that meshed her about like spiderweb.

Ce n'est pas un des miens non plus, a dit Bancroft un peu trop vite. J'ai choisi cet exemple au hasard. Il y a des choses, des désirs en chacun de nous qu'il vaut mieux étouffer. Ou au moins, qu'il est impossible d'exprimer dans un contexte civilisé.

And Lizzie! Still here? Not run off after your handsome rebel lord yet?... What's wrong with you, girl? At your age, I would've thrown off the parental shackles and hopped on the first boat to America to see him.' 'Perhaps I'm rebelling against the parental shackles by not doing as you say, Mama.

An English silence—one in which all the unspoken words are perfectly understood by both parties—prevailed. I got into my bed and wept. The matter was never referred to again.

Jake, who is both fitter and more hedonistic than me, once told me what they say about martinis: One's perfect. Two's too many. And three's not enough.

We didn't do anger in my family. We did ironic comment, snappy rejoinder, satirical elaboration; we did exact words forbidding a certain action, and more severe ones condemning what had already taken place. But for anything beyond this, we did the thing enjoined upon the English middle classes for generations. We internalised our rage, our anger, our contempt. We spoke words under our breath.

As much as I would enjoy inspecting your... rosette more closely, Miss Makepeace--- and the smile spread, becoming that intimating, preternaturally confident smile of the night before, ---I'll forego that pleasure for the moment.

She didn't want to need anything, particularly something—or someone—she quite simply couldn't have. Too much had been taken from her already, and she'd had enough of accommodating pain, of straightening her spine, of soldiering on

Sometimes, when the past catches up, you just can't stop yourself.

Me gusta ver cómo se esfuerza por mantenerse sobria y pálida y por parecer fría. En esas ocasiones hay en ella algo tan seductor que desafía la descripción.