Quotes About Ownership

The only thing you own is your story. Make sure it's a good one.

I'll accept no excuse if you return a book to me that has been badly handled. My imagination boggled at the punishment I would deserve if in fact I did abuse a book of Mrs Flowers'. Death would be too kind and brief.

I cannot allow another man to take what I already consider mine.

I'm glad to hear that what belongs to me can't be swayed by the pretty words of others.

Then it's too bad I don't belong to you.

She's mine. They're mine. And I protect what's mine.

I won't let it happen again. I protect what's mine.

I'll call you mine.

She was a possessive thing in bed. She considered his body her territory and she had no compunction about laying claim whenever he got near.

I love you, lass. There is not a single part of my heart or soul that you do not own.

She wanted to rock his entire universe. Wanted to firmly implant in his mind that he'd never want to allow another man to touch her—anyone to touch her.

Don't you know Micah? I've always belonged to you.

You're mine, Lyric.

And you'll go to bed knowing you are mine and that you belong, heart and soul, to me.

I love you," he said fiercely. " Ã¢â'¬â"¢Tis not true that I kept a part of my heart locked away from you. You own all of it, lass. You've always owned it. I didn't give it to you. You took it from the very start.

He pressed his lips against her forehead in the gentlest of kisses. "I'm going to make love to you, Grace. Not right this minute. I'm not going to pressure you or rush this. But from the moment I saw you on that video surveillance tape, you were mine. I have no explanation for it. I don't even entirely understand the connection. But it's there, and I think you feel it too. I'm willing to wait until the moment is right, but you're mine.

Callie was his. He'd made mistakes. Mistakes that had cost them both more than he could ever imagine. But she was his, and he had every intention of reasserting his claim on her.

Right about now, he'd like to have a stamp that said "Mine, stay the hell away" to put right on her forehead.

Biography is often a transparent contest for possession.

The dominant ruling class of our time owns and controls information.

I will note in passing that we shared a dislike for both writers and scholars who treat some body, or some body of work, as if they owned it.

When Louie is upset with us for, say, forgetting to feed him, he eats any socks he might find lying around.

Honestly, what good is owning a castle if the person you love doesn't want to share it with you?

Maybe learning how to be out in the big world isn't the epic journey everyone thinks it is. Maybe that's actually the easy part. The hard part is what's right in front of you. The hard part is learning how to hold the title to your very existence, to own not only property, but also your life.