submission

If you'd called me an ox, I'd have said I was an ox; if you'd called me a horse, I'd have said I was a horse. If the reality is there and you refuse to accept the name men give it, you'll only lay yourself open to double harassment.

Nothing disciplines the inordinate desires of the flesh like service, and nothing transforms the desires of the flesh like serving in hiddenness. The flesh whines against service but screams against hidden service. It strains and pulls for honour and recognition. It will devise subtle, religiously acceptable means to call attention to the service rendered. If we stoutly refuse to give in to this lust of the flesh, we crucify it. Every time we crucify the flesh, we crucify our pride and arrogance.

We are enjoined whenever we behold the gifts of God in others so to reverence and respect the gifts as also to honor those in whom they reside.

Feeling grateful to breathe a new day. Gratitude is a way to submit to the flow of life.

Often it takes outer authority to send us on the path to our own inner authority.

I do not desire power, but rather to submit to the will of Elamm_.

Why do you think there aren__ rules to how sex will work? You didn__ want to talk to me about what you wanted. You pushed me into the room so I wouldn__ turn on the light because you knew damn well I would push back on that, didn__ you?__he stayed where she was. __es. I don__ want you to see me. I don__ look like one of those girls in a magazine.__e groaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest. __hose girls in the magazines are airbrushed and way too thin. The camera adds pounds so those girls are so skinny I wouldn__ be able to fuck them for fear I would break them. I want a woman, Avery, not some tiny freaking thing whose waistline only proves she doesn__ eat. I want a woman who can take me. I want a woman I can hold on to. So bend over because I want to see your ass. I want to look at it because I__e been dreaming about it for days. It__ hot and round and so fucking juicy I can__ stand it. Get me hot, Avery. Show me your ass.

The being who patiently endures injustice, and silently bears insults, will soon become unjust, or unable to discern right from wrong.

It is a human characteristic, which has been richly exploited in every era, that while hope of survival is still alive in a man, while he still believes his troubles will have a favorable outcome, and while he still has the chance to unmask treason or to save someone else by sacrificing himself, he continues to cling to the pitiful remnants of comfort and remains silent and submissive. When he has been taken and destroyed, when he has nothing more to lose, and is, in consequence, ready and eager for heroic action, his belated rage can only spend itself against the stone walls of solitary confinement. Or the breath of the death sentence makes him indifferent to earthly affairs.

I realized that the legal system was corrupt when I went to court and the judge imposed a very short time limit on my evidence submission before removing my legal rights to free speech.

If you think you can stand to know what you__e made of, try kneeling before God.

He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. __his is mine,_ he whispers aggressively. __ll mine. Do you understand?_ He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning.__es, yours__bruptly, he moves, doing several things at once: Withdrawing his fingers, leaving me wanting, unzipping his fly, and pushing me down onto the couch so he__ lying on top of me.__ands on your head,_ he commands through gritted teeth as he kneels up, forcing my legs wider__e don__ have long. This will be quick, and it__ for me, not you. Do you understand?Don__ come, or I will spank you,_ he says through clenched teeth.

Love is giving up control. It__ surrendering the desire to control the other person. The two__ove and controlling power over the other person__re mutually exclusive. If we are serious about loving someone, we have to surrender all the desires within us to manipulate the relationship.

Even their insistence on educating their children, the last reflex of any exploited group before it sank into submission, marked the end of their resistance.

Our knees get dusty from time to time, but when they touch the ground, we must never allow the dust to convince us that our submission in that moment is the acceptance of our defeat for an entire lifetime.