Quotes About Ownership

Three things I never lends—my 'oss, my wife, and my name.

Allah warns the Muslims not to consider booty won at Badr to belong to anyone but Muhammad:

Workers work hard enough to not be fired, and owners pay just enough so that workers won't quit.

Make every decision as if you owned the whole company.

Y yo le dije: pues allá tú, que seas feliz, vive en ellos y muérete en ellos si quieres, yo ya viajaré cuando tenga dinero. Entonces te faltará tiempo, dijo él. No me faltará tiempo, dije yo, al contrario, seré dueña de mi tiempo, haré con mi tiempo lo que me dé la gana. Y él dijo: ya no serás joven.

Name it as you will, claim it as you will, the world does not belong to men. Men belong to the world. You will not own the earth that eventually your body will become, nor will it recall the name it once answered to.

I have to let you go,' he said in a cracked whisper. 'While I can. Leave me that, Fitz. That I broke the bond. That I did not take what was not mine.

Name it as you will, claim it as you will, the world does not belong to men. Men belong to the world.

You leave so much behind to do this," I said awkward, thinking of his tools, his half-finished puppets, even the plants growing inside by the window. Despite myself, I felt responsabile for it. Perhaps it was because I was glad that I was not going on alone. He glanced over me and shrugged. "I take myself with me. That's all I truly need, or own.

I don't want to have these burdens. But I can't bear to turn them over to anyone else, either. Because, despite all the work, I like being in control of my own life.

Because she felt no shame at all, you think it must all belong to you. People like her are so adept at passing on blame.

A bed unslept, and a woman unbedded. The bed is yours by right, but the woman, though she may come to you in time, never completely belongs to you. Yet the child is yours, for the child belongs not to who makes him but to he who takes him.

Existuje místo, kde veÅ¡kerý ?as je nyní a vÅ¡echny volby prosté a vždycky tvé vlastní.

Hombres son los que creen que pueden regir las vidas de los demás sin establecer ningún lazo con ellos. ¿Piensas que la decisión de vincularse o no depende sólo de ti? Soy dueño de mi corazón. Lo entrego a voluntad. No pienso entregárselo a alguien que me expulsa de su lado.

you map the land and draw lines across it, claiming ownership simply because you can draw a picture of it. The plants that grow and the beasts that rove, you mark as your own, claiming not only what lives today, but what might grow tomorrow, to do with as you please. Then, in your conceit and aggression, you wage wars and slay one another over the lines you have imagined on the world's face.

Part of her had hoped he would say something like, "I want you, Katie. You belong to me now. I'll take care of you." He didn't say that. But his answer was the best one, really. "You belong to Christ, Katie.

Added to the problem of establishing their dates, it is difficult to know if workshops fabricated these gems exclusively for Christian patrons or whether they could have been owned or used by anyone—Christian or otherwise—as magical amulets. The existence of two other crucifixion gems, one of them a possible forgery, supports the latter possibility.

I Chose to be an active participant in my life rather than a spectator.

But I think I cannot own a thing and love it at the same time. Owning diminishes the innate sovereignty of a thing, enriching the possessor and reducing the possessed. -- Barbara Kingsolver writes, 'It's going to take the most selfless kind of love to do right by what we cherish and give it the protection to flourish outside our possessive embrace'.

I am trying to understand what it means to own a thing, especially a wild and living being. To have exclusive rights to its fate? To dispose of it at will? To deny others its use? Ownership seems a uniquely human behavior, a social contract validating the desire for purposeless possession and control.

I am trying to understand what it means to own a thing, especially a wild and living being. To have exclusive rights to its fate? To dispose of it at will? To deny others its use? Ownership seems a uniquely human behaviour, a social contract validating the desire for purposeless possession and control.

But it is not mine to give, nor yours to take.

Maybe we've all been banished to lonely corners by our obsession with private property.

But I think you cannot own a thing and love it at the same time. Owning diminishes the innate sovereignty of a thing, enriching the possessor and reducing the possessed. If he truly loved mosses more than control, he would have left them alone and walked each day to see them. Barbara Kingsolver writes, "It's going to take the most selfless kind of love to do right by what we cherish and give it the protection to flourish outside our possessive embrace".