Quotes About Restraint

Sometimes you had to keep things from people just so they wouldn't do the first thing that came into their heads.

Very well. I understand. Just ... shut up!

Impatience which would brook no opposition had been a part of John Pendleton's nature too long to yield very easily now to restraint

Ultimately, the only power to which man should aspire is that which he exercises over himself.

Bite your lips, little brother...Don't cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now...Wait. Clench your teeth and wait...

Wait. Wait on God. Keep your mouth shut. Don't expect anything until the declaration is clear and forthright...resist the temptation to trifle with other people's feelings.

The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one's self of the chains that shackle the spirit.

Lord, deliver me from the urge to open my mouth when I should shut it. Give me the wisdom to keep silent where silence is wise. Remind me that not everything needs to be said, and that there are very few things that need to be said by me.

Come over here and light me a cigarette, she'd said. I'd snuck a little inhale, and my mother had smiled. But then she'd said, Don't get started with something you won't be able to do without.

He hesitates, then turns and starts up her walk. Gives her a friendly smile, to boot. He wishes she wouldn't wear a wig, or at least not one that sits so crookedly on her head. It's a distraction. Sometimes he has to restrain himself from reaching over and giving it a little tug, then smacking her knee in a friendly way and saying, "There you go!" But why risk humiliating her?

I think the reason we're cruel sometimes is that we're afraid we're going to like something.

I wanted to keep it as small as possible, so that it would go away sooner. I needed to keep it to myself.

had been a long time since he'd touched a woman like that It was that he'd never touched a woman like Claire at all. Not one who was all cool culture and calm comportment and classy custom.

In every possible instance Saint Paul begged Christians to restrain themselves to contain their carnal yearnings to live solitary and sexless lives on earth as it is in heaven. But if they cannot contain Paul finally conceded then let them marry for it is better to marry than to burn. Which is perhaps the most begrudging endorsement of matrimony in human history.

In fact, it was all I could do to stop myself from saying, 'I've always been a big fan of your work …

Honey -- even Ray Charles can see that you have control issues.

Nor did it occur to me that I couldn't keep a showgirl in my bedroom as a pet, just because I felt like it.

My old man also said this about Martha Knox: "She's not beautiful, but I think she knows how to sell it." Well, it's true that I wanted to hold her braid. I always had wanted to from first seeing it and mostly I wanted to in that dance, but I didn't reach for it and I didn't set down my beer bottle. Martha Knox wasn't selling anything. We didn't dance again that night or again at all, because

One does not wish to lose the fondness of people one admires by revealing too much of oneself.

She gasped again and opened blue eyes lit with erotic mischief. "Are you trying to steal the reins from me?" Even with his penis buried deep within her, even moments from climax, he arched an eyebrow. "You have them only by my permission.

Behave, Miss Greaves," he murmured under his breath, his voice husky and deep. "Fine words for a man who runs about St. Giles at night in a mask," she whispered. He frowned, glancing around. "Hush.

You're not to go wading in my pond again," he said. She shrugged and picked up her shoes and stockings where they lay on the path. "Very well, Your Grace, but it's a great pity. I should've liked to go swimming.

Besides, they'll all know soon enough, won't they? That I'm your mistress?" He snorted, hitting the bed with one arm as he sprawled. She raised a delicate eyebrow. "That is what you want, isn't it?" "I can't have what I want." "Can't you?" Her voice was light, nearly careless. "But you're the Duke of Wakefield, one of the most powerful men in England.

Really, sometimes it would be much easier if one were allowed to simply hit gentlemen over the head.