Submission Quotes
She made the beast rear its ugly head. Stirred fantasies in my mind I would have never otherwise entertained. Owning her wasn’t enough. Controlling her didn’t douse the inferno blazing inside me.
Possession is not only when the devil plays hide and seek in your brain or poison your medula oblongata with negativity, but it is also when you are under the influence of the same specie as you!
I will not have my life narrowed down. I will not bow down to somebody else's whim or to someone else's ignorance".
Sometimes to submit is to know you have a life worth living for a higher purpose, worth seeing through.
Islam is not dark but very bright indeed. Islam is not depressing but instead, quite uplifting and inspiring. Islam is not about censoring but instead it is about voluntary submission.
Condition a woman (or a man) to value submission above all other attitudes and you will produce a character type whose most readily expressed emotion will be sadness.
True devotion and humility is when you carelessly allow yourself to fall in love with things you consider will make you look inferior, which in essence, makes you superior.
Submission is not in the bowing of heads or knees but in the humbling of your whole being (spirit, soul and body)
If you really want to talk to the big boss now, make sure you leave your balls here with me, for he likes no balls on people he is talking to.
A writer who can't follow submission guidelines is like a pilot without a plane... ain't gonna get very far!
Even their insistence on educating their children, the last reflex of any exploited group before it sank into submission, marked the end of their resistance.
If you think you can stand to know what you’re made of, try kneeling before God.
I realized that the legal system was corrupt when I went to court and the judge imposed a very short time limit on my evidence submission before removing my legal rights to free speech.
The being who patiently endures injustice, and silently bears insults, will soon become unjust, or unable to discern right from wrong.
Often it takes outer authority to send us on the path to our own inner authority.
Feeling grateful to breathe a new day. Gratitude is a way to submit to the flow of life.
We are enjoined whenever we behold the gifts of God in others so to reverence and respect the gifts as also to honor those in whom they reside.
He who in given cases consents to obey his fellows with servility, and who submits his will, and even his thoughts, to their control, how can he pretend that he wishes to be free?
Clinton had displayed his lifelong tendency to make enemies of all his superiors, who never seemed to appreciate his advice as much as he thought it deserved.
With its continued dismissal of the law of God in ethics, Fundamentalism expressed both a "spiritualized" form of situational ethics and a "Christianly submissive" statism.
You’re my master. And I am only here to serve you. That’s what I understand. And to be honest, I don’t think there’s anything else to know.
He was the journey she wanted to take. The landscape she wanted to walk. There wasn’t a part of him she didn’t want to roam.
Obedience appears to me more and more the whole business of life, the only road to love and peace.
C.S. Lewis had come to demand of his nightly prayers a "realization, " "a certain vividness of the imagination and the affectations" – a sure recipe for sleeplessness and misery.
Focusing on effective leadership without focusing on a willingness to follow is like studying clapping by studying only the left hand.
Was it cruel if someone asked for it? Begged for it, even? She always begged. Even now, I could hear her whimpering for me. Christ, those noises she made. A one-way ticket to heaven.
He was desire, and I was his prisoner, chained up by his kisses. Submissive to his touch.
Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren’s song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish.
I’d single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine.
This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, everyaching hug, will remind you - that you are a slave - to me.
If deep in our hearts we suspect that God does not love us and cannot manage our affairs as well as we can, we certainly will not submit to His discipline.
I wanted to let my conscience go, and see how deep I fall.I wanted to let the devil take over, and see if I survive.I love you, Mriga. And for you, I will die.Tonight.
I find few more satisfying exhibitions of power and control than deliberately creating desire - only to capriciously deny it...
