Quotes About Ownership

There were plenty of mistakes to go around. I just want someone to admit to them.

A man thinks he owns things, and it is he who is owned

How lucky Ménalque is, I thought, owning nothing! It is because I want to save things that I suffer. What does it all really matter?

We imagine we possess, and we are possessed.

Un gest ca s-o posezi ajunge s-o destrame.

The normal fuck by a normal man is taken to be an act of invasion and ownership undertaken in a mode of predation. Woman have been chattels to man as wives, as prostitutes, as sexual and reproductive servants. Being owned and being fucked are or have been virtually synonymous experiences in the lives of woman. He owns you - he fucks you. The fucking conveys the quality of ownership - he owns you inside out.

A man wants what a woman has - sex. He can steal it, persuade her to give it away, rent it, , lease it over the long term, or own it outright.

It's about 65 degrees, so it feels like when the air conditioner is up on high. I can bear it, so I'm going for a walk. Today. Right now. In the sunshine. Because I can. Because I want to. Because I'm not going to just sit around and wait for stuff to happen anymore. I'm still me, and I have a life. It's a weird life, but it's still mine. It's still mine.

This item belongs to Mrs. Granger and she may call it anything she likes. -With love from Nicholas Allen

A Pragmatic Programmer takes charge of his or her own career, and isn't afraid to admit ignorance or error.

it is up to you to provide solutions, not excuses.

It is a painful thing To look at your own trouble and know That you yourself and no one else has made it • Sophocles, Ajax

Don't blame someone or something else, or make up an excuse. Don't blame all the problems on a vendor, a programming language, management, or your coworkers.

If I bear the name of another, I have given up my own name and my own independent life.

If Christ is to give Himself wholly to me, He must know that He has me wholly for Himself;

Let's yield ourselves to take up the appointment the Savior gives us. Let's concentrate on His relationship to us as Master and no longer start each new day with thoughts of comfort, or joy, or blessing. Let the first thought be: I belong to the Master.

I think having land and not ruining it is the most beautiful art that anybody could ever want to own.

I do believe that characters in novels belong to their writers and their readers pretty equally. I've learned a lot of things about the characters I write from people who read about them. Readers expand them in ways I don't think of and take them to places I can't go.

Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and controlled it, whereas the sadness owned her.

Its natural to overlook and even sacrifice the things that belong to us most easily, most gracefully.

Greta was squinting at the Pants. Are those yours? she asked. Bridget nodded. Would you like me to wash 'em for you? A little bleach would clean that whole mess right off them. Bridget looked aghast. No! No, thank you she cradled them protectively. I like them how they are. Greta clucked and shook her head. To each, her own, she muttered. You have no magic in you, Bridget thought.

Why couldn't it belong to him anymore? Why couldn't he belong to it? Because he gave it up. He held on to himself, and he threw the other things away.

Desire was just the dumbest thing. You wanted what you wanted until it was yours. Then you didn't want it anymore. You took what you had for granted until it was no longer yours. This, it seemed to her, was one of the crueller paradoxes of human nature.

It's natural to overlook and even sacrifice the things that belong to us most easily, most gracefully. So here's me asking you to please not make that mistake.