List Of 11+ Losing Control Quotes

Our Culture Difinitely Takes An Egocentric Dominator View. The Fear Of The Psychedelic Experience Is Quite Literally The Fear Of Losing Control. Dominator Types Today Don't Understand That It's Not Important To Maintain Control If You Are Not In Control In The First Place.

I Fear Being Like Everyone I Hate, I Fear Failure, I Fear Losing Control. I Love Balancing Between Chaos And Control With Everything I Do. I Always Have A Fear Of Going One Way Or Another, Getting Lost In Something, Or Losing Everything To Get Lost In. And I Fear Being A Completely Acceptable Sheep In Society.

If You Don't Feel That You Are Possibly On The Edge Of Humiliating Yourself, Of Losing Control Of The Whole Thing, Then Probably What You Are Doing Isn't Very Vital.

In The Grip Of A Neurological Disorder, I Am Fast Losing Control Of Words Even As My Relationship With The World Has Been Reduced To Them.

I Also Think Stress Is Related To Control. When You're In Charge Of Your Life, You Tend To Not Care About Losing Control Of Things That Don't Really Matter Like Traffic Jams.

The City Of Pittsburgh Gleaming Suddenly Before Her . . . So Startling In Its Vastness And Its Beauty That She Had Gasped And Slowed, Afraid Of Losing Control Of The Car

The Powers That Be Understand That Sexual Freedom Or Liberation With Any Kind Of Joy Means They Are Losing Control.

The Older I Got, The More Apparent It Became That My Mother Was Losing Control Over Me. She Fought Back Fiercely With Black Moods, Silent Treatments And Martyrdom. And, Of Course, All She Did Was Run My Ass Out Of The House Even Quicker. The Pressure Was Unbearable.

When I Was In Pre-production For Trees Lounge, I Was Hearing The Cinematographer Talking With The Production Designer About Colours And This And That And Feeling Like I Was Losing Control.

Like Driving Along A Bumpy Road And Losing Control Of The Steering Wheel, Tossing You—just A Tad—off The Road. The Wheels Kick Up Some Dirt, But You're Able To Pull It Back. Yet No Matter How Hard You Try To Drive Straight, Something Keeps Jerking You To The Side. You Have So Little Control Over Anything Anymore. And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much—too Tiring—and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

In The Theater, Which Is A Sort Of Jungle, One Does Have To Be A Little Bit Careful. One Mustn't Be So Rigid Or Egotistical To Think That Every Comma Is Sacrosanct. But At The Same Time There Is The Danger Of Losing Control And Finding That Somebody Else Has Opened A Play And Not You.