Quotes About Restraint

I should have said any of those things. I should have used at least one obscenity. I should certainly have threatened him with violence.

The cemetery is where a young hustla go to retire, and prison is where he goes to grow old.

To think things out properly and fairly, a fellow's got to be calm and old and toothless: When you're an old gaffer with no teeth, it's easy to say: 'Damn it, boys, you mustn't bite!' But, when you've got all thirty-two teeth...

Could it be that the higher one's master stands, the rope tying one to slavery is lengthened by the same amount? In that case, if we jump and frolic in a much wider domain, we die without ever discovering its boundaries.

I don't desire anything right now. My desires have frozen in my breast. A lethargy is killing my heart.

You'd be amazed how little choice you have about loony bins.

Compassion - she was allowed to feel compassion, but not anger.

When you wanted to much, too quickly, he thought, it was best to take things slow.

not jumping up and down and

I'm so angry it feels my blood's on fire. If I didn't bank it with calm, I might burn the place to the ground.

She held herself rigid in his grasp, but he

Though name calling is an acceptable stage is a good fight. I could counter that by calling you an overprotective ass, but I'll refrain because I'm a lady.

I wish you all the pleasurable excitement one can have without hurting others and one's own dignity.

The se­cret is to not let your imag­ina­tion get car­ried away.

Silence. Give me control. Give me calm. Give me restraint. Flash.

As if she ought to know better than to scream and bleed in public.

Give me patience. Flash. Give me control. Flash.

There's no escaping from constant escape.

The secret is to not let your imagination get carried away.

The fruit of too much liberty is slavery.

The convention of not answering back allows able women a scornful superiority, flashing out in looks, in suppression of comment, withheld speech; quellingly disdainful, devastatingly critical, but always held in check. This pent-up power, secretly triumphant because unrealised, is the incendiary device at the heart of Jane Eyre, and of all Charlotte Brontë's works.

How angry am I? You don't want to know. Nobody wants to know about that.

Before you can truly submit, you must learn to control your reactions, your responses, your desires and your needs. Before you give yourself fully to another, you must first become the master of yourself." He

Living things are restrained by chains. The laws of nature, the flow of time, the vessel known as your "body", and the existence called your mind. The one chain that people can wield, words.