Quotes About Restraint

Shut up. If you don't shut up, if you don't cease resisting immediately, I will pull your tongue out of your mouth, drag it around your neck, and strangle you with it.

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and haven't killed any of them?

from the oppression of such freedom who would not welcome the liberation of confinement?

Todo amor, al final es moderado

Auf den Stachel des Begehrens haben wir nur eine Antwort: fangen, einschließen, festhalten.

I ought to return to the cool dark and lock the door and bend the key and stop my ears to the noise of patriotic bloodlust and close my lips and never speak again.

Laws are made for one purpose only (...) to hold us in check when our desires grow immoderate. As long as our desires are moderate we have no need of laws.

Uh-huh, right. Let me count all the ways you and I aren't going there.

Qhuinn would reach out and touch the bandage … and then he would let his fingers wander off the gauze and the surgical tape onto the warm, smooth skin of Blay's stomach. Blay would be shocked, but in this fantasy, he wouldn't push the hand away.… He would take it lower, down past the injury, down onto his hips and his— "Fuck!

Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop

This is calm, cool, and collected, you little bitch. You don't want to see me pissed off.

She slapped him so fast and so hard,his head actually kicked back on his spine.His first instinct was to bare his fangs and bite her,to punish her,to tantalize himself-because there was no better spice to pleasure than a little pain.Or a lot of it.He righted his head and lowered his lids.That felt good.Do you want to do it again?

I'm sorry," Butch muttered. "I behaved unprofessionally. It won't happen again." Helania lifted her head off Boone's pec. "Are you kidding me? I want to shoot him, too." "No one's shooting anybody," Vishous cut in. Then he rolled his eyes. "And you know people be losin' their shit if I'm the one saying something like that.

Going over to their prisoner, Vishous performed a visual assessment on Xcor. When they'd brought the bastard in here, V had strapped him onto the wooden slab table face-up and spread-eagled, locking stainless-steel cuffs on those wrists and ankles and around that thick neck—and what do you know, the guy was right where he'd left him. Color was passable. Eyes were closed. Head wound at the rear of the skull was no longer leaking, having healed already.

You would put your tongue here—" Xcor

Keep your hands to yourself, Adrian." God knew the angel seemed willing to fuck anything that moved—which made you wonder if not moving would be a rate-limiting step for him. With a curse, Adrian went all holier-than-thou. "I only touch if they ask." "What a relief." "But you know, reanimation is possible.

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

We tiptoed around each other like heartbreaking new friends.

both of us had a lot to say, but there was no room to say it in, we were so tense and close.

We've got to have mind-collecting weeks in our zendos where your mind tries to fly off like a Tinker Toy and like a good soldier you put it back together with your eyes closed except of course the whole thing is wrong.

Twitter is the limit of me putting myself out there.

I joined Twitter and you read a lot of the comments. You're biting your lip and you want to reply but you know a headline will be made from it and you don't want to give people the satisfaction.

Most people, when they think of an insult, they keep it to themselves. But you wouldn't believe the things people say on my Twitter feed, and I'm a nice guy. Imagine if I was a jerk.

I'm not going to go on Twitter and rant about something.