Quotes About Restraint

Feed sparingly and defy the physician.

We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have.

Never thrust your own sickle into another's corn.

Candor and generosity, unless tempered by due moderation, leads to ruin.

No one is free who is not master of himself.

In anger we should refrain both from speech and action.

No man is free who cannot control himself.

But sometimes you can want something too much, there is always a threshold & a place to fall.

Forbidden pleasures alone are loved immoderately when lawful, they do not excite desire.

The secret of all success is to know how to deny yourself. Prove that you can control yourself, and you are an educated man; and without this all other education is good for nothing.

But, while a man can be restrained by strict law and order, he cannot be changed by law; he cannot be saved by law. Man can only be saved by the grace of God through Jesus Christ.

The basic function of law is to restrain (Rom. 13:1-4) not to regenerate, and when the function of the law is changed from the restraint of evil to the regeneration of man and society, then law itself begins to break down, because an impossible burden is being placed upon it...Only as we return to a Biblical foundation for law shall we again have a return to justice and order under law.

Self-respect is the fruit of discipline; the sense of dignity grows with the ability to say no to oneself.

Can you imagine how lonely she must have felt when she received that phone call? Your lover has just died, your companion has abandoned you, but don't you dare make an inappropriate sound, because your family is around. No one to touch you the way he did, no one to understand you, no one to hug you to sleep, but don't dare allow your face to show a glint of grief. The cutting pain of feeling alone amid loved ones.

I have read in books that we are called 'caged birds'. I cannot speak for others, but I had so much in this cage of mine that there was not room for it in the universe- at least that is what I then felt.

Clothed in facts truth feels oppressed. In the garb of poetry it moves easy and free.

No king or emperor in the world had the power to keep captive this nonentity

a feeling of impulses under continual restraint.

He had grown more animated while he spoke, and his desperate, wild-eyed demeanour had softened into the genial mask of the raconteur. I had the impression that these were stories he had told before and liked to tell, as though he had discovered the power and pleasure of reliving events with their sting removed. The skill, I saw, lay in skirting close enough to what appeared to be the truth without allowing what you actually felt about it to regain its power over you.

I have wanted to be free my whole life and I haven't managed to liberate my smallest toe. I

For me, there was no escaping my physical body. But he could simply run away!

I felt that I could swim for miles, out into the ocean: a desire for freedom, an impulse to move, tugged at me as though it were a thread fastened to my chest. It was an impulse I knew well, and I had learned that it was not the summons from a larger world I used to believe it to be. It was simply a desire to escape from what I had.

I'm taking a vow not to advise.

I don't do any vulgar movements.