Suzanne Vega Quotes

When anger rises, think of the consequences.

You are lucky that I can't sing tonight because I might get carried away.

I've never heard my dad say a bad word about anybody. He always keeps his emotions in check and is a true gentleman. I was taught that losing it was indulgent, a selfish act.

Many a man gets weary of clamping down on his rough impulses, which if given occasional release would encourage the living of life with salt in it, in place of dust.

He submits to be seen through a microscope, who suffers himself to be caught in a fit of passion.

Men are victims of their own impulses.

I have to reign myself in a lot.

The anger of a person who is strong, can always bide its time.

Patience is passion tamed.

The hardest thing for me is restraint.

Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger; it is whetting a sword to wound thine own breast, or murder thy friend.

The art of living consists in knowing which impulses to obey and which must be made to obey.

To rule one's anger is well; to prevent it is better.

You need to distinguish between getting something off your chest that won't help anyone else or saying something because you know you will be hell to live with if you don't. Quite often, this will be beyond your control.

It is not in my character to be so emotional.

Always maintain your composure.

I've been in government and politics my entire career, and while I try to keep a level head and a reasonable tone in my commentary, even I can lose my head sometimes and let anger bubble over and burst out. It feels gross, looks ugly, and leaves a lasting mark.

I'm no table flipper. I am more calm and collected in my fights.

It is only through restraint that man can manage not to suppress himself.

Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier. The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well being.

Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

Self-control is one of the most exhilarating of pleasures.

He that discovers himself, till he hath made himself master of his desires, lays himself open to his own ruin, and makes himself prisoner to his own tongue.

Always shun whatever may make you angry.

For Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and Passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.