Quotes About Ownership

My pen.' Funny, I wrote that without noticing. 'The torch', 'the paper', but 'my pen'. That shows what writing means to me, I guess. My pen is a pipe from my heart to the paper. It's about the most important thing I own.

Let no stranger intrude here, no invader trespass. This was ours, and this we would defend.

Joe wants to buy the business that he has been in for all of these years, worked 10, 12 hours a day. And he wanted to buy the business, but he looked at your tax plan and he saw that he was going to pay much higher taxes

You are still called by your slave-masters' names. By rights, by international rights, you belong to the white man of America. He knows that. You have never gotten out of the shackles of slavery. You are still in them.

This house didn't feel like poverty, just like a house owned by white people who'd stopped caring.

You're taking time to process. You aren't making excuses. You aren't blaming

was so proud that night, so self-possessed, standing tall, fully inhabited. I owned myself, felt fully mine to give.

I have lots of records, quite a collection, actually, that I stole from my mom. I have the original 'Thriller' album and I have a really great 'Elton John's Greatest Hits ' and I also have a N.E.R.D. album. Records sound more original. They have more edge.

What we buy belongs to us only when the price is forgotten.

Dear, never forget one little point. It's my business. You just work here.

Your choice requires courage, determination, and commitment—and personal ownership.

You are responsible for the way your life turns out, not chance, not someone else.

If I married him, I would not dare to call my soul my own, Which so he had bought and paid for: every thought And every heart-beat down there in the bill, Not one found honestly deductible From any use that pleased him!

I should not dare to call my soul my own.

There are multiple claims to Mr. Smart.

Baines will perform his Black Mass in front of my witness, and I shall own him.

One cannot serve angels, Angel. One must own them.

Beloved," he said. "Claim me, and I will do your will. I am yours by right, through the line of your foremothers and forefathers. Only let me own you. Perceval. My darling.

She'll want to own whomever she names.

This was his wood, his mountain.

That night, he kept activating the readout from his chip on the mobile's login screen: Enfranchised.

It appears thou has a thing that belongs to me.

My love is not water in a bucket, you know. It's not as if someone else can drink it all up and leave none for you.

Worthy or not, despised or adored, she was his and he was hers.