Losing Control Quotes

“Remember that even in war there is a time for restraint. A time to hold back your sword.”
― Suzanne Collins, Gregor and the Code of Claw

“There was something soul-burningly about being on the brink of losing control, tumbling over into the unknown, and I wanted to fall and never resurface.
—Jennifer L. Armentrout”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“For change to occur in us, we must be willing to enter the wilderness of the unknown and to wander in unfamiliar territory, directionless and often in the darkness....We do not need to keep every little thing under control. In fact, we find ourselves only by allowing some falling apart to happen.”
― Maureen Brady, Beyond Survival: A Writing Journey for Healing Childhood Sexual Abuse

“To the imaginative, it is always something of an adventure to walk down a pleached alley. You enter boldly enough, but soon you find yourself wishing you had stayed outside — it is not air that you are breathing, but silence, the almost palpable silence of trees. And is the only exit that small round hole in the distance? Why, you will never be able to squeeze through that! You must turn back ... too late! The spacious portal by which you entered has in its turn shrunk to a small round hole.”
― Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist

“I'd pay good money to see him lose it. To be the one he lost it with.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You can't have a women's body without having her heart, mind and soul if only momentarily.”
― Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel

“The writer sees himself reading to the mirror as always . . . He must check now and again to reassure himself that The Crime Of Separate Action has not, is not, cannot occur . . .
Anyone who has ever looked into a mirror knows what this crime is and what it means in terms of lost control when the reflection no longer obeys . . . Too late to dial P o l i c e . . .”
― William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch: The Restored Text

“All the cops were tied up trying to maintain control, but it was already lost.”
― Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“with a handful of pills
in the depths of the night,
she dreamed she held the moon still
on a string like a kite”
― Eric Overby, Hourglass in Grace