Do not shut up the young people against their will in a pew, and force the children to ask them questions for an hour against their will.
We allow none ... to be dragged to the alters unwillingly.
An agreement cannot be the result of an imposition.
I most often land up taking up the roles that I most detest.
For what the horse does under compulsion, as Simon also observes, is done without understanding; and there is no beauty in it either, any more than if one should whip and spur a dancer.
When you're asking someone for assistance, make it as easy as possible for them to say 'no' to you. You don't want someone helping you who doesn't really want to.
Non-co-operation is protest against an unwitting and unwilling participation in evil.
Fine" I said icily. "I'll do this. but i want it noted that I'm doing this against my will." "I think we already figured that out, Miss Hathaway.
I never wanted to do TV. I just did what I was trained to do through the Special Forces, and I've been doing that from a very young age.
Mum decided that I could sing a bit, so she put me in a choir, which I hated, and it was just a nightmare. I was a rebellious sort of choirboy.
When I was at school, I was forced to play lacrosse, a game in which tiny, rock-hard missiles fly at your head, and you must catch them with a stick to avoid a brain haemorrhage. I was regularly punished for not taking part more wholeheartedly.
An artist is forced by others to paint out of his own free will.
All who do evil and dishonorable things do them against their will.
The individual does actually carry on a double existence: one designed to serve his own purposes and another as a link in a chain, in which he serves against, or at any rate without, any volition of his own.
Who goes to church against his will come home accursed.
The abetters of slavery are weaving the thread in the loom, but God is adjusting the pattern. They are asses harnessed to the chariot of Liberty, and, whether they will or no, must draw it on.
If I could kidnap Bryan Doyle-Murray and force him to be in my family, I would. I love him; I really do.
Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.
Everybody has had that experience where your friend drags you to a party because the person they're crushing on is there, and you don't really want to be there but you go there with them anyway.
Only a humorless tyrant could want a perpetual chanting of praises that, one has no choice but to assume, would be the innate virtues and splendors furnished him by his creator, infinite regression, drowned in praise!
