You kill by consent, every time you let something pervert the balance when you have the power to stop it.

The decent man and the lover holds back even when he could obtain what he wishes. To win this silent consent is to make use of all the violence permitted in love. To read it in the eyes, to see it in the ways in spite of the mouth's denial, that is the art of he who knows how to love. If he then completes his happiness, he is not brutal, he is decent. He does not insult chasteness; he respects it; he serves it.

No man is good enough to govern any woman without her consent.

Governments always commit their entire populations when the demands grow heavy enough. By their passive acceptance, these populations become accessories to whatever is done in their name.

Mr. Vey, you cannot be stuffed into a locker without your consent. Dallstrom said, which may be the dumbest thing ever said in a school. You should have resisted. That's like blaming someone who was struck by lightning for getting in the way.

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.