Quotes About Ownership

Do not blame anybody for your mistakes and failures.

It is a painful thing to look at your own trouble and know that you yourself, and no one else, has made it.

What fate can be worse than to know we have no one but ourselves to blame for our misfortunes!

How we love to blame others for our misfortunes! Almost every individual who has lost money in stock speculation has on the tip of his tongue an explanation which he trots out to show that it wasn't his own fault at all.... Hardly one loser has the manliness to say frankly, "I was wrong."

A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He does not say, "My men were beaten," he says, "I was beaten."

Whatever is well said by another, is mine.

The man who can own up to his error is greater than he who merely knows how to avoid making it.

The past is that which we possess fully and in whole.

The buck stops here.

When thieves fall out, honest men come by their own.

The real offence, as she ultimately perceived, was her having a mind of her own at all. Her mind was to be his - attached to his own like a small garden plot to a deer park.

Wealth is not his that has it, but his who enjoys it.

Riches either serve or govern the possessor.

A man often runs the risk of throwing away a witticism if he admits that it is his own.

I believe the writer... should always be the final judge. I have always held to that position and have sometimes seen books hurt thereby, but at least as often helped. The book belongs to the author.

I am thankful for a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home.

To some if you owned your own mind you were indeed sickout when you possessed and Antagonist mind you were healthy. A mind which sought to interpret the world by using a single loa. Somewhat like filling a milk bottle with an ocean.

People do not like to lose their lives. That is the reason why they should not take other people's.

Whether or not we know what we are creating or how we are creating it, when things do not turn out the way we desire, our human instincts drive us to look for someone to blame.

It is always so much easier to blame someone else rather than accepting responsibility for your experiences.

Would you want to rule the world? Eve asked Roarke. Or even the country? Good God, no. Too much work for too little remuneration, and very little time left over to enjoy your kingdom. He glanced over. I much prefer owning as much of the world as humanly possible. But running it? No thanks.

Hey. Hands off.", "Please. Please, please, soooo pretty. Lemme just have one little touch." "Peabody, isn't it embarrassing enough you're wearing pink cowboy boots, again, without standing here drooling on my coat?

DeBlass's eyes darted left and right. His breathing grew hard and fast. My client does not acknowledge ownership of the weapon in question. Your client's scum. The lawyer puffed up. Lieutenant Dallas, you're speaking of a United States Senator. That makes him elected scum.

Who's a girl?" "You're mine." His hands glided down her back, around and up to her breasts. "You're my girl." "Sap," she said, but in a little sigh as she gave him her lips again. She'd never been anybody's girl, had never wanted to be. It had always seemed a weak term to her, one of submission and vulnerability. But with him, it was sweet and foolish, and just exactly right.