People don’t have power over us. We give it to them.
People walk around, act like they know what hate means. No one does, until you hate yourself. I mean truly hate yourself. That’s power.
Power belongs to the people that take it. Nothing to do with their hard work, strong ambitions, or rightful qualifications, no. The actual will to take is often the only thing that’s necessary.
Power is only given to those who are prepared to lower themselves to pick it up.
Acceptance is a powerful thing.
Our friend has superpowers, and she squeezed your tiny bladder with her mind.
I find people who are rude usually feel powerless in their own lives. Terrified of not being in control.
If we have the power to change the world, don’t you think we have the power to change our own fate?
The hardest thing you’re gonna have to face is not some monster out there with powers. It’s gonna be that feeling of uselessness when you can’t do anything.
Power, real power, doesn’t come to those who were born strongest, or fastest, or smartest. No. It comes to those who will do anything to achieve it.
Power is always dangerous. It attracts the worst. And corrupts the best.
People who want power will always try to control those who truly possess it.
