We're all controlled neurotics.
quote by Harry Reasoner
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Neurotics build castles in the air, psychotics live in them. My mother cleans them.
quote by Rita Rudner
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Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
quote by Marcel Proust
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Neurotics complain of their illness, but they make the most of it, and when it comes to talking it away from them they will defend it like a lioness her young.
quote by Sigmund Freud
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The psychoanalysis of neurotics has taught us to recognize the intimate connection between wetting the bed and the character trait of ambition.
quote by Sigmund Freud
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Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know.
quote by Vladimir Nabokov
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The Negro revolution is controlled by foxy white liberals, by the Government itself. But the Black Revolution is controlled only by God.
Quatrain #177 - Do you ever get the impression that.........
Do you ever get the impression that you're just a puppet on a string
and the power that activates you can in a moment life or death bring.
We have all, at some stage of our lives, been controlled in a way by others;
pity to those who throughout life are controlled by their fathers and mothers.
poem by George Krokos
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Most of my images have been done in-studio, under very controlled lighting conditions. There have been a few that have been shot in nature, but even then they were shot almost exclusively at night, and again, under controlled lighting conditions.
quote by Leonard Nimoy
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It Lives
We are just but thought and pure energy.
That is all we are...
Living within an entity.
And the concept of God isn't a physical being at all.
It is a radiance of everything,
And we are the reflection upon this Earth...
It has installed.
This 'Ball' breathes, feeds, eats and sees.
It lives!
God chose it to make us like 'them'.
Those that live within and outside of us.
This...'Energy'
And that is why our consciousness of 'It'...
Has to be lifted!
And the more we harm 'it' and its wishes...
The more we harm 'ourselves'!
And God wants us to connect with IT!
It lives!
That's why it must be kept cherished.
That's why we must rise above our ignorance.
It lives.
None of us are going back...
To inhabitate Mars!
We are where we are to be what and who we are,
Here!
And it lives!
Not to be controlled or ruled by us!
But we are very much controlled by it...
As it commands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Razel’s Song To Melodie
I will freeze
your feelings one by one,
You will
go completely numb.
I will teach you to ignore,
what all of your feelings are for.
You will not be able to cry at will,
You will be mine to control with this
Little pill.
This pill is a freeze emotion pill
all linked and controlled by me,
Feeling like your helpless and weak,
I will make it hard for you to speak.
Speak your mind and say your thoughts,
'You are mine don’t you know it!
How dare you speak out! ! '
Yes, you were born to be controlled
until 16 years of age,
by then you will be totally Iceranean!
What? How dare you not play
my frozen emotion game!
I’m in control, you stay the same! ”
Copyright 2006 Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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When Dawn Arrives
He hums tonight through his streets,
My unlatched window the tune repeats,
The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop.
A few seconds mumble then whisks him off.
Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.
He runs tonight through his block,
A crack in the curtain is unlocked.
No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend.
Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.
He cries tonight
Through his manner
I can see his conscience
Get the better
From a door-way stepped in
Shadowed leather
Exchanging handshakes for money
And pleasure.
He crawls tonight through his scum,
From my dirty window his bodys numb.
Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent,
Then meets his pick-up who pays his rent.
Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.
His pleasure
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Razel’s Song To Melodie
I will freeze
your feelings one by one,
You will
go completely numb.
I will teach you to ignore,
what all of your feelings are for.
You will not be able to cry at will,
You will be mine to control with this
Little pill.
This pill is a freeze emotion pill
all linked and controlled by me,
Feeling like your helpless and weak,
I will make it hard for you to speak.
Speak your mind and say your thoughts,
'You are mine don’t you know it!
How dare you speak out! ! '
Yes, you were born to be controlled
until 16 years of age,
by then you will be totally Iceranean!
What? How dare you not play
my frozen emotion game!
I’m in control, you stay the same! ”
Copyright 2006 Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Funny It Is!
Man is the creation of God
Machine is the creation of man
Man can be the master of machine
Funny it is he becomes its slave!
Man commands machine obeys
Machine demands man obeys
Man percieves machine performs
Funny it is he rarely transforms!
Man has his stress and strains
Machine has its stress and strain
Animal has its stress and strain
Funny it is man alone despairs!
Man thinks faster acts slow
Machine thinks not but acts fast
Man to control and machine to be controlled
Funny it is he feels weaker than the controlled!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Emotions are confusing at times
as i'm going through emotions,
sometimes i can't seem to figure out,
which are from the past,
and which are in the moment,
i don't like to make decisions in the moment,
unless i really have to,
i hate feeling controlled,
it's the worse feeling in the moment,
but at the same time,
i get, being controlled,
and somebody caring deeply confused,
it's one of those feelings where,
people pretend to care,
so it hard trying to detangle,
the liars from the honest people,
most likely,
it's the people who was truthful,
who you start to question,
in the past,
i lost that trust,
how can you trust somebody,
that said they won't hurt you,
and turns out it was all lies,
it's hard to handle,
all you want to do as a child,
is to be good and believe what an adult tells you,
but when it all lies to get what they want,
that hurts the most,
my trust was broken more times than i can say,
i didn't really had a chance,
to even know what trust was,
it could be why my meaning of it,
is alot different than everybody else,
and they just can't understand,
why i am the way i am.
poem by Mona Martinez
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My ego is controlled enough that I don't have to be the focus.
quote by Herbie Mann
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Taste cannot be controlled by law.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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Eyes Hers And Mine
I look into my eyes
Beautiful kohl lined
Sad eyes,
Shiny with tears.
Tears unshed,
Tears controlled,
Tears saved from
Yesterday,
Possibly today.
I look deeper
Beyond the shine of those tears.
I see my soul,
Her eyes a reflection
Of mine.
Beautiful kohl lined,
Sad eyes.
In them,
I see the same wait
Which I see in mine.
I see the same pain
Which I feel in mine.
Tears unshed,
Tears controlled,
Tears saved from yesterday,
Possibly from today.
Her loneliness,
A bigger cry than mine.
But, something sets her apart,
There exists a difference,
There exists a spark,
Which I guess is missing in mine.
I see in her eyes
The spark called
"Hope"
A wish called
"tomorrow".
The determination
She will someday find
What she sought
Yet could not find
Yesterday,
Possibly will not find
Even today.
But tommorow
Will be the day
She will no longer need to cry
The tears unshed
Tears controlled,
Tears saved from yesterday
Possibly today.-anjali
poem by Anjali Kakati
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To do the same thing over and over again is not only boredom: it is to be controlled by rather than to control what you do.
quote by Heraclitus
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He who cannot agree with his enemies is controlled by them.
The art of sex is the art of controlled abandon.
Paulo Coelho in Eleven Minutes (2003), translated by Margaret Jull Costa
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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