Quotes About Restraint

The guy who isn't in the know can't understand ... how hard it is to be in the know and still not say.

And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.

I have put my arm down forever to interrupt the men who want more hair. from the poem Pasadena collected in Own Face (1978)

But the bars that held you, the bars that kept you in were the luxury and soft living. It is hard to walk out on a thing like that

Sooner or later even the most ambitious glutton must crawl away and seek the solace of the vomitorium.

Not a whisper of flatulence would dare this man's bowels.

To forbid the thought of escape, even that slightest butterfly thought of escape, was to murder one's humanity.

When the state of Florida dug him up fifty years later, the forensic examiner noted the fractures in the wrists and speculated that he'd been restrained before he died, in addition to the other violence attested by the broken bones. Most of those who know the story of the rings in the trees are dead by now. The iron is still there. Rusty. Deep in the heartwood. Testifying to anyone who cares to listen.

The boys knew to hide their enthusiasm over little kid things that still had an allure.

could barely contain his

that was tied to his wrists. His toes hovered only

hae tibi erunt artes; pacisque imponere morem, parcere subiectis, et debellare superbos.

Obstipuit, retroque pedem cum voce repressit: inprovisum aspris veluti qui sentibus anguem pressit humi nitens, trepidusque repente refugit attollentem iras et caerula colla tumentem; haud secus Androgeos visu tremefactus abibat.

tractaeque catenae.

What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what lies, bowings, scrapings, fluency and servility! How you chained me to one spot, one hour, one chair, and sat yourselves down opposite! How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour and rolled them into dirty pellets and tossed them into the waste-paper basket with your greasy paws. Yet those were my life.

She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun. But she must go back. She must assemble.

I am she that men call Modesty. Virgin I am and ever shall be. Not for me the fruitful fields and the fertile vineyard. Increase is odious to me; and when the apples burgeon or the flocks breed, I run, I run, I let my mantle fall. My hair covers my eyes, I do not see. Spare, O spare!

Untuk menikmati kebebasan kita harus mengendalikan diri sendiri.

He turned and saw her. Ah! She was lovely, lovelier now than ever he thought. But he could not speak to her. He could not interrupt her. He wanted urgently to speak to her now that James was gone and she was alone at last. But he resolved, no; he would not interrupt her. She was aloof from him now in her beauty, in her sadness. He would let her be, and he passed her without a word, though it hurt him that she should look so distant, and he could not reach her, he could do nothing to help her.

Los ojos de los demás, nuestras prisiones; sus pensamientos, nuestras jaulas.

In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.

No you can't take a pistol and plug a girl you don't even know simply because she attracts you.

emotions of that kind ought to be more restrained, without violet irises and crying violins.

The two lads were told to wash their hands. The recent thrill of adventure had been superseded by another sort of excitement. They locked themselves up. The tap ran unheeded. Both were in a manly state and moaning like doves.