Quotes About Restraint

How the world so dearly loves a cage.

The zoos are full and the prisons overflowing. My, my. How the world so dearly loves a cage." She

Out of every one of those who have nothing to say, the nicest are those who keep it for themselves.

Don't tell everyone everything. Sometimes it's better to simply keep your mouth shut.

Never, should you, reveal all the dimensions of yourself.

Padlocked we are in the limits of our minds.

If we don't put our foot down, they will release every man and his dog.

To go too far is as bad as not to go far enough.

Do not be too ready to speak of it [Goodness], lest the doing of it should prove to be beyond your powers.

Do not use a cannon to kill a mosquito.

You have a mighty army, but the greatest force is the one that you don't have to use.

Goats can be milked many times, but killed only once

She suppressed a grin.

When I feel angry, I want to say something mean, or yell, or hit. But feeling like I want to is not the same as doing it. Feeling can't hurt anyone or get me into trouble, but doing can." (Bunny from picture book)

There can never be a complete confidence in a power which is excessive.

I had that trapped feeling, like some sort of a poor insect that you've put inside a downturned glass, and it tries to climb up the sides, and it can't, and it can't, and it can't.

Ask yourself the three things you must always ask yourself before you say anything. 1) Does this need to be said 2) "Does this need to be said by me? 3) Does this need to be said by me now?

As my dear wife occasionally reminds me: "Never miss an opportunity to shut the fuck up.

Golden bars make no less a prison than a coffin on a hill. And in caged reformation, one wanders aimless still. The rafters now a recollection of sacred suppression. How the morning dawn strikes mourning confession. Now Death yields a harvest of the living masses. We walk toward its path no earthly power surpasses.

The biggest challenge after success is shutting up about it.

An over-indulgence of anything, even something as pure as water, can intoxicate.

Life got its tentacles around you, its hooks into your heart, and suddenly you come awake as if for the first time, and you are standing in a part of the town where the air is sweet—your face flushed, your chest thumping, your stomach a planet, your heart a planet, your every organ a separate planet, all of it of a piece though the pieces turn separately, O silent indications of the inevitable, as among the natural restraints of winter and good sense, life blows you apart in her arms.

The kiss was soft and brief, and she yearned for so much more. But she was used to not having what she wanted.

here it was again, clamping down upon his spirit, drying up his mouth, fluttering like an imprisoned bird in his bosom.