Michael Scott Quotes

The anorexic is out to prove how little she needs, how little she can survive on; she is out, in a sense, to discredit her nurturers, while at the same time making a public crisis out of her need for nurture. Such vulnerability and such power: it brings the whole female machinery to a halt.

Rebecca is an example of how not to manage men. The rules of the game never change, it requires subtlety.

It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.

Here's a history lesson: when men took power of their lands, all of a sudden, women became a prize. In order for us to be protected, we had to make sure that we had our partner on our side. We were put in a position where our vulnerability was a life and death scenario. And we were taken advantage of, and we were put in a certain place that we had never been put in before.

Here's to woman! Would that we could fold into her arms without falling into her hands.

The one who decides who goes ahead has the upper hand, regardless of who gets to go. This is why many women do not feel empowered by such privileges as having doors held open for them. The advantage of going first through the door is less salient to them than the disadvantage of being granted the right to walk through a door by someone who is framed, by his magnanimous gesture, as the arbiter of the right-of-way.

Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender?

I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?

What's that old cowboy saying? Never was a horse that couldn't be rode, never was a man who couldn't be throwed.

The attractiveness that exists to man in the very helplessness of woman is scarcely realized.

We all know that it is women who take the decisions, but we have to let men think that the decisions are theirs. It is an act of kindness on the part of women.

I need someone physically stronger than me.... I am always on top. It's really unfortunate. I am begging for the man that can put me on the bottom. Or the woman. Anybody that can take me down.

They [policemen] are in a profession that if you do the job incorrectly, or proceeding incorrectly, it's over for you because there isn't any supporter backup. If you make a mistake as a plumber, you know, you fix it and everything goes on or you get sued. But if you make a mistake as a cop, you are more infamous than Jesse James, everything's over.

But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Women never really command until they have given their promise to obey; and they are never in more danger of being made slaves than when the men are at their feet.

The average woman is at the head of something with which she can do as she likes; the average man has to obey orders and do nothing else.

I laugh shakily. ‘You’re a little scary, Four.’ ‘Do me a favor,’ he says, ‘and don’t call me that.’ ‘What should I call you, then?’ ‘Nothing.’ He takes his hand from my face. ‘Yet.

He was making her feel small and absurdly petulant and, worse yet, she suspected he was right. She always suspected he was right. For a brief irrational moment, she wished she could walk away from him. Then she wished, more rationally, that she could love him without needing him. Need gave him power without his trying; need was the choicelessness she often felt around him.

I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock full of power. They descended, and then they disappeared. You could never catch one.

I've been evolving in my stunt career Stunts have always had their place, and I have to measure them now. I've done things where, if I make a mistake, I could die. You really need to look at each thing. That usually is a mechanical failure. So, I have gone from doing everything, to listening and saying, "Maybe I shouldn't do this."

all history shows that the hand that cradles the rock has ruled the world, not the hand that rocks the cradle!

Trust is fine, but control is better.

At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.

Oh you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you

The weak may be joked out of anything but their weakness.