Quotes About Ownership

Dogs have Masters. Cats have staff.

To err is human, to blame it on somebody else shows management potential.

She looked down and saw Genji on his warhorse, and it was he who was out of place, not herself. The incongruity of a samurai in her orchard made her laugh. Her own laughter brought her back. Coming back, she began to weep. "My home was in Apple Valley," Emily said. "Another Apple Valley." After a time, Genji said, "This place was yours before you ever saw it.

I can go through life as a victim, blaming others for my misfortunes, and experiencing frustration over my condition. Or I can choose to be an active agent and do what I can do to bring about a positive change in my life.

If life is a party, you should be the one throwing it!

I'm telling you, you did what you believed you had to do through all of this. Not what was easiest or best for you. You did what you did, and you're owning it. And I don't know ten men who would be brave enough to do that.

I love beautiful; always have. I never saw why I should hate what I wish I had. Love it harder. Work your way closer. Clasp your hands around it tighter. Till you find a way to make it yours.

If someone rescues you, they own you. Not because you owe them—you can sort that, with enough good favors or bottles of booze dressed up in ribbons. They own you because you're not the lead in your story any more. You're the poor struggling loser/helpless damsel/plucky sidekick who was saved from danger/dishonor/humiliation by the brilliant brave compassionate hero/heroine, and they get to decide which, because you're not the one running this story, not any more.

My body my mind the way I dress the way I walk the way I talk, mine all mine.

This country's passion for property is built into the blood, a current as huge and primal as desire. Centuries of being turned out on the roadside at a landlord's whim, helpless, teach your bones that everything in life hangs on owning your home.

I'm not saying that owning a house makes life into some kind of blissful paradise; simply that it makes the difference between freedom and enslavement.

It was beautiful. I love beautiful; always have. I never saw why I should hate what I wish I had. Love it harder. Work your way closer. Clasp your hands around it tighter. Till you find a way to make it yours.

The thought of a mortgage round my neck makes me edgy.

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death.

Zoe to move along. In the bathroom, she snatched a bottle of 600 ml. Ibuprofen—given to her at the hospital. She didn't need it, but it had her name on it, and while nearly everything she owned would inevitably be left behind, the bottle was her prescription with her name on it. It had to go. She dumped

Nothing is ever what it seems and not everything is yours to see.

Like any collectable of any real value, it's priceless to the right owner" -Mr. Simmons

Lady Middleton, who owned a chair purported to have been in the queen's bedroom at Versailles, caused a scene when she sent it to her bank and insisted that it be stored in the vault.

Life's a bitch. This is true. But she's my bitch.

You have to believe you deserve what you want, that it's yours. That's the most important part of it all. If you don't believe you deserve it, if you wait for someone to hand what you want to you, then you'll be waiting your whole life for things to happen, and they won't.

What happens to you doesn't belong to you, only half concerns you. It's not yours. Not yours only.

I was aware that she didn't belong to me. I didn't mean that, on paper at least, she was another's man's wife. If you knew her, you would know that she never belonged to him either. I'm not sure if she even realized it herself, but she's the kind of woman that will never belong to anyone.

What happens to you doesn't belong to you, only half concerns you. It's not yours. Not yours only. —CLAUDIA RANKINE

there should be a word for this, the way it feels to steal something that's already yours.