Quotes About Restraint

She cleared her throat. I dont like that sort of thing. [...] What sort of thing? His gaze dropped to her mouth. Held there. [...] The F-word sort of thing. She blurted it out, saying the first thing that came into her mind without thinking. His eyebrow shot up. She hadn't thought that anyone could do that. Shoot up one eyebrow. It was incredibly hot-at least on him. The F-word? He repeated. Dolce core, you can't even say fuck, for fuck's sake.

Well, put that lovely treasure back in your pants and calm down.

He learned to always keep his hands steady. It didn't matter how much blood was in the room, or who was giving orders, or if he knew what was coming, he'd learned absolute control. Absolute.

Thank God I didn't kill him. I wanted to bash him one but, you know, without the consequences of him dying.

Vittorio practiced discipline at all times. This was one of those times when he needed to stay very calm. Deep inside, the volcano that could emerge was at a boiling point.

We're the police, we don't thump people.

The finest fury is the most controlled.

Everyone has a little book in them, and in most cases, that is where it should stay.

His life has been lived, so far, within narrow limits and he is quite naïve about most kinds of experience; he fears it and yet is wildly eager for it. To reassure himself, he converts it into epic myth as fast as it happens. He is forever play-acting.

He started skipping, but then caught himself and returned to deliberately pacing out his steps with his sheathed sword. People might ignore a tiny Japanese man in an orange porkpie hat and socks, with a sword, but if you went around expressing unrestrained joy, they would have you in a straightjacket before you could belt out a verse of Zippity Do-Dah.

My kingdom for a razor-blade cowcatcher and Cuisinart wheel covers to cut my path through this herd of ignorant peasant meat, she thought. Then: Whoa, I guess I really do need the meds.

Toda libertad que puede ser concedida, también puede ser suprimida.

Moderation is a wiser policy than zealotry

Hemos de ceder a nuestros impulsos de herir o matar a cualquiera que nos moleste, de tomar cuanto queremos de quienes son más débiles y, en general, de despreciar los sentimientos de los demás? Somos imperfectos por nacimiento y debemos vigilar nuestros defectos para que no nos destruyan.

think it would dismay them to know what it takes to feed you. Not to mention that you could empty their cellars of beer and wine in a single night. I would never, she sniffed, then relented. Maybe in two nights.

A lee-tle bit

If you want to become a man of letters and perhaps write some Histories one day, you must also lie and invent tales, otherwise your History would become monotonous. But you must act with restraint. The world condemns liars who do nothing but lie, even about the most trivial things, and it rewards poets, who lie only about the greatest things.

The world's a nightmare, my love. I'd like to get off, but they tell me we can't, we're on an express train.

rather than giving out information someone would be able to check, it's better to limit yourself to insinuation.

Il sonno diurno è come il peccato della carne: più se ne è avuto più se ne vorrebbe, eppure ci si sente infelici, sazi e insaziati allo stesso tempo.

Tudo é veneno, se tomado em doses exageradas, até o vinho.

And I wondered if these people too, who seemed able to move as they wished about the yard, were in truth constrained to behave as they did and were only pretending to be free, as we ourselves had done when we came in procession through the town.

There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.

They say that the best dog will turn cross if he be kept chained all the time, and it was the same with the man; he had not a thing to do all day but lie and curse his fate, and the time came when he wanted to curse everything.