Ani DiFranco Quotes

Or maybe crying is like everything else we do- it's best if you don't get caught.

I take the no-doughnut pledge, and then I break it.

One of the important things about temptation is, if I'm going to deal with it I'm going to have to recognize, this is an area of weakness in my life. I have been tempted here before and before and before.

If you express yourself too much, you're considered weak.

You don't gotta let the girls know you're sweating, honey.

It would be like a cleansing diet. The problem was, the only diet I'd ever been on backfired. Once I tried to go an entire month without chocolate. Not one bite. At the end of two weeks, I broke down and binged on more chocolate that I would have eaten in three months. I hoped my chocolate-free diet didn't foreshadow what would happen if I tried to avoid Patch.

The only way to avoid cannon-shot is to fall down. No such way to be freed from temptation as to keep low.

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

If you lose self-control everything will fall.

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

My desires are foolish. The things I want are better kept to myself. The hand of silence is steady. The hard blade of silence is clean like night. The code is absolute. Silence is eternal and patient. Silence never makes a fool of itself like I have so many times.

He who denies himself much in great matters will readily indulge himself in small things.

Temptation is not a sin but playing with temptation invites sin.

I know all about the despair of overcoming chronic temptation. It is not serious, provided self-offended petulance, annoyance at breaking records, impatience, etc., don't get the upper hand. No amount of falls will really undo us if we keep picking ourselves up each time...The only fatal thing is to lose one's temper and give up.

Nor eye in a letter, nor hand in a purse, nor ear in the secret of another.

Then there were things-- epic, terrible things-- that he didn't tell her but skirted around, like caressing the edges of a wound, hesitant, testing for pain.

I'm not always really calm, but I try not to get taken away by things that are incredibly transitory.

We have to figure this out, Jackson, so leash the lust.” His chin went up as he stared down at her. “Woman, you ask the impossible.” “Do it anyway!

It's alright to feel fear, but sometimes a very bad idea to show it.

It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.

You’re crowding me. I need— room.”... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.

She shouldn't speak her thoughts; nothing good ever came of speaking your thoughts.

It has been wisely said, "that well may thy guardian angel suffer thee to lose thy locks, when thou darest wilfully to lay thy head in the lap of temptation!" Was it not easier for the hero of Judaea to avoid the touch of the fair Philistine, than to elude her power when held in her arms?