Quotes About Ownership

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." ? The Inheritance Games

I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

As she rattles on, about Violet, about Gemma Sterling, about the Bartlett Dirt, I don't say anything else. I suddenly don't want Bren or Charlie to talk about Violet, because I want to keep her to myself, like the Christmas I was eight—back when Christmases were still good—and got my first guitar, which I named No Trespassing, as in no one could touch it but me.

A house you came to love was like a person, and loved you back, and then you belonged to it forever.

You are a dog in the manger, Cathy, and desire no one to be loved but yourself!

Sin embargo, es incapaz de aceptar a Emily como una artista adulta y consciente, dueña de su propia creación.

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -

I am afraid to own a Body— I am afraid to own a Soul—

To own a Susan of my own Is of itself a Bliss — Whatever realm I forfeit, Lord, Continue me in this!

And tho' the skies are crowded - And all the night ashine - I do not care about it - Since none of them are mine.

The minister goes stiffly in As if the house were his, And he owned all the mourners now

To lose what we never owned might seem an eccentric Bereavement but Presumption has its Affliction as actually as Claim —

i mean, heather said, our bodies are just these things that we float around in. it's not like they belong to anyone

I once offhandedly mentioned that I wanted to pick out my own ring, something I have to look at every day, but there is something decidedly unromantic and a little bit depressing about having a symbol of love reduced to such scientific classifications - especially classifications focusing on imperfections.

Ronan taught me that children do not exist to honor their parents; their parents exist to honor them. [...] Ronan was mine but he never belonged to me. This is not an issue of ownership. A child is not a couch.

It's weird to have something that's mine-not-Ma's. Everything else is both of ours. I guess my body is mine and the ideas that happen in my head. But my cells are made out of her cells so I'm kind of hers.

It's weird to have something that's mine-not-Ma's. Everything else is both of ours. I guess my body is mine and the ideas that happen in my head. But my cells are made out of her cells so I'm kind of hers. Also when I tell her what I'm thinking and she tells me what she's thinking, our each ideas jump into our other's head, like coloring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.

The girl remembered London as a place of infinite freedom. Now it seemed she'd rented out her whole life to the Joneses in advance. Service had reduced her to a child, put her under orders to get up and lie down at someone else's whim; her days were spent obeying someone else's rules, working for someone else's profit. Nothing was Mary's anymore. Not even her time was hers to waste.

The thing is to take your life in your hands.

It's weird to have something that's mine-not-Ma's. Everything else is both of ours. I guess my body is mine and the ideas that happen in my head. But my cells are made of her cells so I'm kind of hers. Also, when I tell her what I'm thinking and she tells me what she's thinking, our ideas jump into our other's heads, like coloring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green. -Jack from Room by Emma Donoghue

When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.

No one is allowed to live here unless they first lose their tempers and then get permission from me to take a house

The red caravan, picked out with black and yellow, is ours,' said Dick. 'The blue one, picked out in black and yellow, is yours and Anne's.' 'Woof,' said Timmy at once. 'Oh, sorry – yours too, Timmy,' said Dick at once, and everyone chuckled.

The right of Enid Blyton to be identified