No, I wanted to say, he didn't cut off her hands because he didn't have to, he had cut them off long before, with years of keeping all authority in his own palms, all the rules and all the power and all the answers emanating from him and no one else. And if you don't understand that, if you've never been in such a family, then you can't know the way the mind shackles itself and amputates its own limbs so adeptly that you never think to miss them, never think that you had anything so obscene as choice. Carolina De Robertis
It's not that you should never love something so much that it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled. It's not a weakness. It's your best strength.
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Patrick Ness
No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.
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Chuck Palahniuk
The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.
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Bell Hooks
Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.
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Ralph Ellison
You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.
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Steve Maraboli
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Colonial power, patriarchal power, capitalist power must always and everywhere be battled, because they never, ever quit. (Junot Diaz)
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