Quotes About Restraint

I'm not an exhibitionist; I don't have a compulsion to share the ins and outs of my daily life with a public audience.

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

I don't want to push the envelope. Let the envelope stay in the middle of the table. I'll just make you laugh.

No flipping tables over any more for me.

The laws receive their force and authority from an oath of fidelity, either tacit or expressed, which living subjects have sworn to their sovereign, in order to restrain the intestine fermentation of the private interest of individuals.

We don't take advantage of our position. We keep saying no to free stuff, as we can afford it now.

You gotta take care of yourself; you can't do anything in excess.

There's nothing wrong with a little self-possession, there's beauty in taking time for yourself just because you feel like it, and there's nothing wrong with not divulging every secret!

Don't show off every day, or you'll stop surprising people. There must always be some novelty left over. The person who displays a little more of it each day keeps up expectations, and no one ever discovers the limits of his talent.

I come from a background where you don't really talk about yourself much.

When I go on 'The View,' or any of those talk shows, you really don't get to say what you want to say.

I do try and curb my mouth, but I find it really hard. I wonder how many jobs I've talked myself out of!

My father, unusually for a PoW, talked about his experiences, but he talked about them in a very limited way.

I just don't think it's appropriate talking about family stuff publicly.

Everyone talks about moderation. How about some moderation in moderation?

My ego every day is more and more polite. I tame it.

I feel like rock n' roll has become very tame.

Patience is passion tamed.

I keep the tantrums to a minimum because people don't want to see that.

Thomas à Kempis writes, "It is easier to be silent altogether than to speak with moderation."4

The clerk is looking at me. His expression hasn't changed. What I want to do is punch a hole in the front of the desk, reach through, grab his balls, and make him sing The Mickey Mouse Club song. But these days, I'm working on the theory that killing everyone I don't like might be counterproductive. I'm learning to use my indoor voice like a big boy, so I smile back at the clerk.

The thing you have to understand about Lucifer is that he hardly ever talks, and when he does, it's never much more than a whisper. When half the universe is hanging on to your every word, you don't have to shout.

No need to kill everyone. They know not to let their Chihuahuas piss on my lawn.

He pulls the tape off Allegra's mouth. Grabs her BY THE HAIR and gives her a peck on the lips.