Quotes About Restraint

Meanwhile, I haven't had sex in so long I can't remember who brings the handcuffs.

I want to drink hard liquor, as you call it, before lunch. I've got a mouth like the bottom of the parrot's cage. You wouldn't want me to throw a screaming fit in front of all your officers.

for any fight to be successful, impunity had to be reined in.

For with knowledge comes pain. To limit the pain I limit my answers.

I need to control my mouth.

I can ruin my own career, but I will not ruin anyone elses' career with my mouth.

I'm always running my mouth off and getting myself in trouble, so I'm trying to do it less.

Sometimes, my mouth can get the better of me.

I don't want to attract attention because I open my mouth.

At the end of the day, all I can do is control me and what comes out of my mouth.

I don't start shooting off my mouth. I'm not like that. I'm a mother.

Sometimes, it's hard holding back the truth, how you really feel, and sometimes the best way is let it out and move forward.

I never engage negatively with reviewers. If someone says something that enrages me, I do what I do on stage. I make a joke about myself and move on. Sometimes people say things that are manifestly wrong or even apparently malicious. That's fine, too. It's a response.

But then, even with sex, I'm more in the school of less is more in movies.

Why can't jazz musicians just leave a melody alone?

Men must know their limitations.

It's easy to get squashed down in this business, for sure. Nashville can definitely train you to not get too excited.

I've never been in a place where I've wanted to be that nasty to someone.

I'm naturally guarded because of the way I was brought up. But I understand people are interested in who I am.

If you cannot improve upon the silence, do not speak.

When words are many, sin is not absent, / but he who holds his tongue is wise (Proverbs 10:19).

One of the things you'll learn, Anduin, is that sometimes you can't always do what you'd like to do. Or even do what you think is the right thing—at least not right away.

Words crowded his mouth, but he spoke none of them. Not about the sharp delight he had taken in brutally asphyxiating an innocent creature. Not about the desire to do it again, and to harness that power and unleash it any way he chose. He couldn't speak, either, of the wrenching sadness that permeated him as he realized that something in him had broken, or the delight at having been freed of its shackles.

I can definitely never run for president, that much is clear. I