Quotes About Restraint

There's a certain time that when somebody asks you a question, you answer them. I don't think I said anything with venom. If you can express yourself without anger and make it as palatable as you can, that's what you do.

There are some things I feel the need to pussyfoot around that I would like to... give vent to. But I realise the press isn't the place to do that.

A great finisher needs to keep a lid on his emotions

Squared away, oh yes, a completely Harry idea of how life is lived, with hospital corners and polished shoes. And even then I knew; needing to kill something every now and then would pretty much sooner or later get in the way of being squared away.

As I've said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven't seen the shotgun aimed at our navel. I

Deborah was the only person on earth who knew what I really was, and even though she was still getting used to the idea, I had thought she understood the very careful boundaries set up by Harry, and understood, too, that I would never cross them.

I watched as Brian led Ivan to a dental chair, which was bolted to the floor and apparently complete with the hydraulic lifting function. It had also been slightly modified with a set of metal-mesh restraints for hands, feet, chest, and head, and these my brother fastened carefully onto our guest, whistling tunelessly the while, not quite loud enough to cover the sound of Ivan's nasty wet whimpering.

In a moment the two men were on their bellies, hands bound behind them with Monadnock restraints. Other agents entered the house, searched it and then returned, calling, "Clear." Claire

tongue could not be swallowed.

Inertes exceto quando removidos, batiam as asas com fúria entre nossos dedos e então voavam para se agarrar novamente a qualquer coisa, inertes outra vez

plate, nor did Mrs. Bates, who had once wept when we set

asceticism or starvation

Sweat began to pour off me and the contents of my stomach–soft serve ice cream, peach schnapps, and a handful of wax potpourri I'd earlier mistaken for Gummi bears–roiled in an unholy stew. The smell of poached eggs was overwhelming. Without benefit of loafers or coat, I ran outside to vomit in a snowbank. All I could think the entire time was, "Nancy Reagan was right." After that, I just said no to smoking pot, and, for quite a while, poaching eggs.

I could shove this swizzle stick through his heart, Min thought. She wouldn't do it, of course. The stick was plastic and not nearly pointed enough on the end. Also people didn't do things like that in Southern Ohio. A sawed-off shotgun, that was the ticket.

I can say anything, but the things I want to say are trapped in that wide open space so I don't say anything at all.

There is a long time in me between knowing and telling." —GRACE PALEY

If you want to hit someone or you want to throw something, I want you to run first. I want you to run until you can hardly lift your legs and your arms. Run until you're exhausted, and then, if you still want to hit someone or throw something, you just wait 'til you've caught your breath again and then go for it. Try it

Evil thought is a dangerous pet. It is safer to play with it from behind the iron bars of circumstance.

How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?

Oh, she said, that, and loosened her grip. She must've heard this question a hundred times, because she turned away and looked out the window. There's meat sewn in the corset, she said more quietly. Beef liver and offal. She shrugged. Provides some extra here, too. She patted her chest. The cat knows that if he growls but refrains from biting, he'll get a fine meal. And now she glanced at the driver again. Me too, I guess. If I growl, but don't bite, I get to eat.

She talked too much, and evidently not in the right ways or about the right things.

The look I was going for was sexy but saved. Come hither but leave room for the Lord.

It's easier to surrender to confinement.

Things were different now, of course; those solitary hours he'd once savored had become a prison for him, a commonplace.