Quotes About Possessiveness

I want there to be a place in the world where people can engage in one another's differences in a way that is redemptive, full of hope and possibility. Not this "In order to love you, I must make you something else". That's what domination is all about, that in order to be close to you, I must possess you, remake and recast you.

He lies ever upon his hoard, his heart jealous and mean. Never believe he has nodded because his eyes have closed. The dragon never sleeps.

I refused to believe that love could take any other form than mine: I measured love by the extent of my jealousy, and by that standard of course she could not love me at all.

Can you explain away love too?' I asked. 'Oh yes,' he said. 'The desire to possess in some, like avarice: in others the desire to surrender, to lose the sense of responsibility, the wish to be admired. Sometimes just the wish to be able to talk, to unburden yourself to someone who won't be bored. The desire to find again a father or a mother. And of course under it all the biological motive.

I refused to believe that love could take any other form than mine: I measured love by the extent of my jealousy

He'd just retrieved the stash of condoms from the bedside drawer and tossed them in the duffel because he'd be damned if he'd facilitate her sleeping with some other guy in the future, when Emma walked in.

Often, people with a Scarcity Mentality harbor secret hopes that others might suffer misfortune—not terrible misfortune, but acceptable misfortune that would keep them "in their place." They're always comparing, always competing. They give their energies to possessing things or other people in order to increase their sense of worth.

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one

Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.

His blood was boiling in his veins and a red veil had drifted over his vision. The urge to make her his permanently, to mark her and bond her until he never had to worry about losing her was so strong he had to turn away again.

But you, Pearl, never liked anything once it was yours.

There's a certain possessiveness of writers sometimes.

It is an irony that the more possessive you are, the more love you demand, the less you receive, while the more freedom you give, the less you demand, the more love you will receive.

To the ego, loving and wanting are the same, whereas true love has no wanting in it, no desire to possess or for your partner to change.

No other man will have you

Kissing her was something he'd never grow tired of. It was like drinking warm sunshine or licking the sugary sweetness of honey from a spoon. Smooth, silky-soft, and delicate and ultra feminine. She inspired possessiveness such that he all but screamed that she was his. And the hell of it was she didn't even know it.

She's mine. They're mine. And I protect what's mine.

She wanted to rock his entire universe. Wanted to firmly implant in his mind that he'd never want to allow another man to touch her—anyone to touch her.

Right about now, he'd like to have a stamp that said "Mine, stay the hell away" to put right on her forehead.

I loved her. And she didn't love me back. She wanted to break up with me. She tried to run. I couldn't let her leave. I grabbed her, and held her down, and she screamed, and she wouldn't stop screaming, and I had to make her quiet so she would listen. I loved her so much, and she wouldn't listen.

Political and social institutions are to be judged by the good or harm that they do to individuals. Do they encourage creativeness rather than possessiveness? Do they embody or promote a spirit of reverence between human beings? Do they preserve self-respect? In

The more she sees him as the primary source of her good feelings, the more she will need him to be the center of her life. Remember, the misogynist's jealousy and possessiveness have already seriously limited her world, which further enhances his importance to her. It is a vicious cycle. The more dependent she becomes, the more important he becomes. The more important he is, the more she is willing to give up for him, so that there is less left in her life that is free of him.

I rarely indulge in sweet things but when I do I do not like to share.

Her scent filled my senses and a strong feeling of protective possessiveness washed over me again.