Quotes About Authority

La morte quale minaccia è la moneta del potere. Qui è facile mettere una moneta sull'altra e accumulare enormi capitali. Chi vuole riuscire ad aggredire il potere deve guardare negli occhi senza timore il comando e trovare i mezzi per sottrargli la sua spina.

The dead man has no place in Parliament; he cannot bequeath his membership and he can never know for certain who will succeed him after his death.

It is those who devote themselves to killing who have power.

No child, not even the most ordinary, forgets or forgives a single one of the commands inflicted on it.

Be careful in your relations with those in power; they draw you close or allow you to approach them only when they need you. They are your friends when your friendship is useful to them and affords them pleasure, but they forget you when you are in trouble. Elie Wiesel quoting Rabban Gamliel

Books no longer have the power they once did.

General Gar, the leader of the Conquerors, was waiting for them. The Devourer.

She is free not by disobeying the rules but by obeying them.

Until the will and the affections are brought under the authority of Christ, we have not begun to understand, let alone accept, His Lordship. The Cross, as it enters the love life, will reveal the heart's truth.

If He is God, He is still in charge.

In order to be a disciple we must deny ourselves—this is to exercise authority over our own spirit. We must take up the cross—this is to submit to Christ's authority. And we must follow—this is continued obedience. This is the road not to confinement, to bondage, to a stunted or arrested development, but to total personal freedom. It means not death but life, not a narrowly circumscribed life but "abundant" life.

Cuando éramos niños, si no cumplíamos la voluntad de los adultos, éramos castigados, y sin embargo, una educación afectuosa habría podido hacernos entrar en razón

Martha Raye slipped up to the colonel and she said, 'Sir, where do we eat?' He said, 'You mess with the men.' 'I know that,' she said, 'but where do we eat?

Though she could do nothing but stare at me, I feared her, mightily and distinctly. If she had told me to slap my own face, I would have. "Now go to bed," my mother said, and I did.

I am the master of this house! Let me in! he wanted to bellow, but he doubted anyone was going to listen. This, he decided, was what came of marriage. Well

The question is simply,'Who is your master?'Once that's settled, you ask whether any word have been spoken. If it has, you have your orders.

THERE WILL BE no Thanksgiving this week," announced Matthew when he came home at noontime the next day. "It seems we have no authority here in Connecticut to declare our own holidays. His Excellency, the new governor, will declare a Thanksgiving when it pleases him.

There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. 'How much do you love me?' And, 'Who's in charge?' Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up and cause war, grief, and suffering.

But the very fact that this world is so challenging is exactly why you sometimes must reach out of its jurisdiction for help, appealing to a higher authority in order to find your comfort.

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

There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. How much do you love me? And Who's in charge?

How did they let the world get so out of control?" "I don't know, honey. But I'm not sure anybody out there really knows what they're doing.

Even as a child, Alma innately comprehended that there were two types of silent men in the world: one type was meek and deferential; the other type was Dick Yancey. His eyes were a pair of slowly circling sharks, and as he stared at Alma now, those eyes were clearly saying: Bring the rum.

For a group of nationalist intellectuals much later in history to have sat down and decided that Dante's Italian would now be the official language of Italy would be very much as if a group of Oxford dons had sat down one day in the early nineteenth century and decided that—from this point forward—everybody in England was going to speak pure Shakespeare.