Quotes About Restraint

Everything depends on knowing how much...Good is knowing when to stop.

How loose the silk. How quick the jailed up flavor ran free.

Saying more might push them both to a place they couldn't get back from. He would keep the rest where it belonged: in that tobacco tin buried in his chest where a red heart used to be. Its lid rusted shut.

Everything depends on knowing how much {and} Good is knowing when to stop.

Saying more might push them both to a place they couldn't get back from. He would keep the rest where it belonged: in that tobacco tin buried in his chest where a red heart used to be. Its lid rusted shut. He would not pry it loose now in front of this sweet sturdy woman, for if she got a whiff of the contents it would shame him. And it would hurt her to know that there was no red heart bright as Mister's comb beating in him.

I must confess, though, that I sometimes lose interest in the characters and get much more interested in the trees and animals. I think I exercise tremendous restraint in this, but my editor says, 'Would you stop this beauty business.' And I say, 'Wait, wait until I tell you about these ants.

fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life.

I think about reading the poem to her, but some things are just too true to ever say out loud.

So why has this potentially self-destructive system of economic arrangements lasted? Probably because of habits of restraint, honesty and moderation which accompanied its emergence.

Although we kept the door ajar so that we could hear, we could not see beyond the gentlemen standing in front of the door in the crowded room. I felt trapped behind a wall of men that separated me from the main event.

Our young people, raised under the old rules of courtesy, never indulged in the present habit of talking incessantly and all at the same time. To do so would have been not only impolite, but foolish; for poise, so much admired as a social grace, could not be accompanied by restlessness. Pauses were acknowledged gracefully and did not cause lack of ease or embarrassment.

Eve: I don't understand this word..."Freedom." Does it mean...I do what I want? Sven: Yes. Eve: Then I wouldn't have to kill anymore? Sven: No more killing.

I've learned over the years that these heavy, painful, anguish-filled moments...these moments when I so badly want to say something to break the tension, are exactly the moments I need to stay silent. They are the moments I need to hold still, and hold that sacred space open. Because when I can hold still and hold on in that place, no matter how hard it is for both of us, something can happen.

One invited artists to social events, but only for the pleasure of their company. To invite singers or dancers to perform for their supper was inexpressively vulgar, and deserved a prompt and stinging rebuke.

I'm concealing a lot of things. That's what a lady does.

Often, problems arise and dangers accrue not too fast for us to notice, but too slow. So we need to draw lines to prevent things from going too far.

In 1651, in Leviathan, it was Thomas Hobbes who first advanced the contention that without top-down state controls we'd turn, rather effortlessly, into a bunch of brutish savages. And there's more than a grain of truth in such a notion. But Pinker argues from a more bottom-up perspective, and while certainly not denying the importance of legal restraints, also insinuates a gradual process of cultural and psychological maturation.

Annie took another sip of the vodka, letting the alcohol seep through her system, turning bad ideas into good ones.

To waste this heart once more & have you here, not silent, only quiet, as before.

Which earth will bear me and which sky will protect me if I say anything by my personal opinion in interpreting the Qur'?n.

Hold me tight, down on my knees, so I don't go burning 'cross the breeze.

The lesson is simple. Be patient, stay put.

Miss Smith gave him a look that made him shut his mouth, except he begged her pardon first.

Leave him be, Sin, or I swear, in the mood I'm in, I'll tear your head off your shoulders and use it for a footstool. (Braden)