Quotes About Command

Que todo el mundo se calle —ordenó con firmeza—. Voy a leer.

You may," Tom Byrd corrected, entering with his hands full of grooming implements, "once I've put his lordship's hair to rights." He fixed Grey with a minatory eye. "You're not a-going in to dinner like that, me lord, and don't you think it. You sit down there." He pointed sternly to a stool, and Lieutenant-Colonel Grey, commander of His Majesty's forces in Jamaica, meekly obeyed the dictates of his twenty-one-year-old valet.

I don't have an assistant. I make a lot of people around me my slaves, but no assistant.

I was authorized to do everything that I did.

I can dominate a game at any point.

Power is the ability to get things done.

If one did not know how to follow orders, one would not know how to give them.

The spell of power never quite releases its hold.

Can one move an empire as if it were a house?

By learning to obey, you will know how to command.

It is not the voice that commands the story, it is the ear

When we lead by persuasion rather than command, patience is essential. Leaders rightly cultivate the art of persuasion that allows maximum individual decision making and ownership of a plan. Often, a leader's plan of action must wait for collegial support—ever patient—until the team is ready.

EXTERMINATE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Climb a mountain of bodies under heavy fire to a dead end. Why would we do that, sir? Because the Emperor tells you to.

But my patience isn't limitless... unlike my authority.

Left! Right! Left! Right!

In the middle of the house stood the largest, scariest man she'd ever seen. Senhor Finch had been sunshine, but this foreigner was a night storm. He seemed to fill the house like a dark cloud. Too big, too strong, his gaze too sharp on her. And as she turned to flee, he thundered, "Stop!" And the next second, the man had her arm in his grip.

Just so you know, the only thing keeping this dog from tearing you to pieces is me, so I suggest you stand still, very still, and tell me what I want to know.

Captain Lord? For God's sake, do sit down, you look fair to fainting!" "I er, cannot, sir—" The tip of Orla's sword was pointed at his groin, and held so close to the stainless white breeches that the captain could not move without risk of injury.

You, Sunshine, are a hostage on my ship. Do as ye're told and your stay here will be short, much to the benefit and relief of us both.

He raised his head, his gaze soft and tender. "Relax, my sweet. I'll never hurt you. Trust me on that." Relax. It was a command, and dazedly, it came to her that he was a man who was well used to issuing them. A dangerous man . . . a man of power, a man of authority.

Outnumbered? What about Le Favre, that little maggot in command of the French frigate? Where was he durin' all this?" Morgan shrugged. "Bolted as soon as things got hot." "Bolted, did he? When I catch up to him he's goin' to wish his arse had been blistered in butter and set afire.

Your every wish," he drawled, coming up and making an elaborate, all-encompassing gesture with his arm, "is my command." And then, mockingly: "Majesty.

This is precisely the explanation given to the president in Dr. Strangelove for his lack of ability to send a Stop order to the planes that have been launched by the mad base commander General Jack D. Ripper.