Quotes About Ownership

On the one hand, people think they own kids; they feel that they have the right to tell the kids what to do. On the other hand, people envy kids. We'd like to be kids our whole lives. Kids get to do what they do. They live on their instincts.

My philosophy is, honestly, never collected anything that I don't play. I know a lot of people that collect guitars, but for me, I want instruments that I play. And if I don't play them, I don't' want to have them sitting in a closet collecting dust.

When I'm making a song that's very Grimes, it just feels very insular and it feels weird to have someone else do something on it.

The concept of cultural appropriation is nothing less than an intellectual fence: Keep out.

Once you sit in front of people and start playing songs, it's all on you. No matter what happens, it's entirely your responsibility the entire time. I like that intensity.

I would consider selling the whole company; I wouldn't like to sell just part of it, but on the other hand, I have a grandson intent on following my footsteps and another grandson in another couple of years.

If I were to retire, I would keep my family's interest in the company the same and say, Don't sell.

It's been a little bit more of an internal struggle to find the confidence to own my ideas.

I don't even own my own name on the internet - somebody else bought it.

If we're interviewing someone and they really care about having a certain title, I usually think, 'Let's hire someone else.' You want someone who will say, 'I truly believe in the company's future. I want to own part of this company. I believe I can grow its value.'

When I get finished with you, Lilenta, every male within a fifty mile radius will know you're mine." "So

And though Xairn knew he shouldn't care, he couldn't stop his jaw from clenching or his hands from curling into fists again. Mine, whispered a voice in his head. She should be mine… *

He wasn't just fucking me anymore—he was breeding me. Claiming me as his own, marking me so that no other male would come anywhere near me. Corbin owned me now—he had stamped his mark on my heart as surely as he was marking my body. I was his… utterly and completely his.

there was no point in owning anything in L.A. . . . in this she had a curious premonition or grasp of 'place.

Vacuums don't clean houses. People clean houses.

Ultimately, you have to not worry about people thinking you should have played him differently. You're the one playing the part so it has to be yours.

El dinero siempre es de alguien. En general, de otro.

You put us through all that for a book? Why' 'Well number one: He had it and it's mine. And number two: It's mine and he had it.

But you must be sure of what you want the land for. And as for your tenants, if they don't own the land, don't expect them to make sacrifices. It never works, you know. Besides, the transition shouldn't create dislocations. It isn't easy to shift from agriculture to industry.

I've spent all the years since full of guilt and misery, even though I didn't remember it. I've let it run my thoughts, my plans, my whole life. But the experience doesn't own me. I own it. What I do with it is up to me, just like what Molly does with her death magic is up to her.

His god is not bad. His god understands kindness, taking care of the old and the infirm. His god understands forgiveness. It is Yunega who does not follow the rules of living laid out by his god. Who does not forgive or offer respect to the land that his god said to place under the dominion and care of all people. Yunega thinks that he owns the land and can do what he pleases, when dominion means nothing of ownership.

My fault? It could be. So much was my fault, the result of my actions or decisions. Sabina

She'd never lost hope that the place would one day be hers. She'd felt it in her bones. And now it was. She would have pinched herself, but she already knew this wasn't a dream. This was real life, and she was embracing it all. Tiana untied her apron from around her waist and went out into the grand dining room. It had taken a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to get it to this point, but with the help of her friends, her restaurant looked exactly as she had always imagined it would.

a small stream...sings a carefree song as it runs by your house. It is so nonthreatening that you can sit by it, look at your reflection in the water, and even wash your hands in it. It is yours, your personal stream. Yet you know that it has originated in the sea and is on its way back to where it has come from. When passing by your house, however, it is yours. You can say it is a personal moment you have torn out of eternity to keep in your pocket for yourself.