Quotes About Restraint

Early on, I'd occasionally wept in private after seeing an abused child. But quickly my tears had come to seem not just unprofessional but self-indulgent.

suppressed kind. What I wanted to know (it was useless, and adolescent as well)

Can you never like things without clutching them as if you wanted to pull the heart out of them? Why don't you have a bit more restraint, or reserve, or something? She looked up at him full of pain, then continued slowly to stroke her lips against a ruffled flower. Their scent, as she smelled it, was so much kinder than he; it almost made her cry.

She did not know why she could not move. It was as in a dream when the heart strains and the body cannot stir.

Couldn't one go right away, to the far ends of the earth, and be free from it all? One could not. The far ends of the earth are not five minutes from Charing Cross. nowadays. While the wireless is active, there are no far ends of the earth.

She was so reserved, he felt she had much to reserve.

And looking ahead, the prospect of her life made her feel as if she were buried alive.

I don't over-eat myself and I don't over-fuck myself.

BE STILL WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY; WHEN GENUINE PASSION MOVES YOU, SAY WHAT YOU'VE GOT TO SAY, AND SAY IT HOT.

Connie felt again the tightness, niggardliness of the men of her generation. They were so tight, so scared of life!

My thoughts Chink against my ribs And roll about like silver hail-stones. I should like to spill them out, And pour them, all shining, Over you. But my heart is shut upon them And holds them straitly. Come, You! and open my heart; That my thoughts torment me no longer, But glitter in your hair.

You can't have pride without humility. Aggression without tolerance. Strength without compassion. Power without restraint.

The chronic kicker, even the most violent critic, will frequently soften and be subdued in the presence of a patient, sympathetic listener— a listener who will be silent while the irate fault-finder dilates like a king cobra and spews the poison out of his system.

I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: He is nothing but a boy -- a little boy!

Why prove to a man he is wrong? Is that going to make him like you? Why not let him save his face? He didn't ask for your opinion. He didn't want it. Why argue with him? Always avoid the acute angle.

Could my opponents be right? Partly right? Is there truth or merit in their position or argument? Is my reaction one that will relieve the problem, or will it just relieve any frustration? Will my reaction drive my opponents further away or draw them closer to me? Will my reaction elevate the estimation good people have of me? Will I win or lose? What price will I have to pay if I win? If I am quiet about it, will the disagreement blow over? Is this difficult situation an opportunity for me?

And when Mrs Lincoln and others spoke harshly of the southern people, Lincoln replied: 'Don't criticise them; they are just what we would be under similar circumstances.

Rivercrest was purgatory, with wheelchairs.

If I talked, I might cry.

I swear I see what is better than to tell the best, It is always to leave the best untold. -from A Song of the Rolling Earth

CUT TO: ERNIE, another prisoner, sitting on john, pants down.

He believed that great harvests came from arid sources, pleasure from restraint," she noted. "He knew the equations that most people didn't know: Things led to their opposites.

Men ought not to play God before they learn to be men.

Besides, I believe that older people who have scarcely anything to lose ought to be willing to speak out in behalf of those who are young and are subject to much greater restraint.