Quotes About Ownership

He will challenge me, physically turn me inside out, and I will like it; the only thing I own is my body, and it will do whatever I say, even if the wisest decision is to do the opposite.

When we identify with music that we are perceiving - or perhaps better, with the person whom we imagine owns the emotions or emotional gestures we hear in the music - we share in and adopt these emotions as our own [...]. And so we end up feeling as, in imagination, the music does.

So he built fires at the mouth of the river near there, and stood by them and called out loudly: "I have put my fire at the mouth of these rivers. All the land that they drain is mine, and no man shall claim it but me. I will call this place Reykjavik.

Ty still owns a giant piece of my heart?

You didn't want Mather to have the bowls, and you didn't want him to have me." He stared a moment. Then he leaned to her, suddenly fierce. "When I saw you, I knew I had to take you away from him. He had no idea what you were worth, just like he can't price the damn bowls. He's a philistine.

an took one step closer to Hart. Though he kept his eyes averted, there was no mistaking the anger in his stance and his voice. "She is my wife, under my protection. The only way I will let you do anything against this marriage is if you declare me a lunatic again." Hart flushed dull red. "Ian, listen to me—" "I want her as my wife, and she stays my wife." Ian softened his voice a notch. "She is a Mackenzie now. Treat her as one.

There was no finer woman than Andrea Gray, and she belonged to Sean. "Sean!" A white light blinded him. Damn, wasn't it enough that Wade had them cowed without the man beaming light in his eyes?

This is what I discovered in all those museums in Europe when you really connect with a work of art, it doesn't matter that a million people have already stood where you're standing. The instant it means something to you, it's yours.

En el instante en el que comienza a significar algo para ti, te pertenece.

Serafina slid the ring off her finger… "You belong to another Sera, not me," she whispered.

We've made our bed and we must lie in it.

She doesn't get to tell my story. I do.

Now that Scotty has entered the realm of myth, everyone wants to own him. And maybe they should. Doesn't a myth belong to everyone?

Das mine!' protested Ava, Bennie's daughter, affirming Alex's recent theory that language acquisition involved a phase of speaking German. She snatched a plastic skillet away from his own daughter, Cara-Ann, who lurched after it, roaring, 'Mine pot! Mine pot!

If he couldn't search or retrieve or view his own past, then it wasn't really his. It was lost.

San Francisco is ours, we've signed our name on it a hundred times: SISTERS OF THE MOON.

See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. "It's mine.

The problem is - we own our lives, sure. But our lives don't belong only to us. And yet, we are here to tell our stories in this way to make sense of our lives. So how do you tell a story when you know that telling it will bring other people sorrow? Is it better, in the end, to just be silent?

What is it with folks always talking about where they're from? You could grow up in a muddy ditch, but if it's your muddy ditch, then it's gotta be the swellest muddy ditch ever.

Mi casa es su casa. Literally. I'm pretty sure your dad owns it.

Why do I have to tell a story?" I asked. "Because if you don't tell the story, someone else will tell it for you.

Alisa gave me an almost pitying look. "Oh, honey," she said, then recovered her professionalism. "You own this hotel.

I understand now. The three of you share a single iota of common sense. I'm just a little unclear on which one of you has custody of it now.

Je bent mijn kind... Van mij, Tess... Ik ben je zus niet... Nooit je zus geweest. - Ivy