Quotes About Ownership

If you enjoy sex or explore aspects of your sexual identity using technology, that experience should belong to you. Only you should get to decide whether it was a good or bad thing to do.

Clarissa said she would buy the flowers herself.

Hänellä oli tuo kallisarvoinen kyky, aito naisellinen kyky, tehdä maailma omakseen missä tahansa olikin.

In the same way once a book is printed and published it ceases to be the property of the author; he commits it to the care of other people;

bir kad?n eÄŸer kurmaca yazacaksa, paras? ve kendine ait bir odas? olmal?d?r; ve göreceÄŸiniz gibi bu, kad?n?n gerçek doÄŸas?na ve kurmacan?n gerçek doÄŸas?na dair büyük sorunu çözümsüz b?rakmakta.

And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.

Why do you live in hotels? -It simplifies postal matters, it eliminates the nuisance of private ownership, it confirms me in my favorite habit-- the habit of freedom.

Ta caÅ'a psychiatria to nic innego, jak tylko swoisty mikrokosmos komunizmu [...]. Lepiej by zostawili ludziom ich kÅ'opoty osobiste. Nasuwa siÄ™ bowiem pytanie, czy kÅ'opoty nie sÄ… jedynÄ… rzeczÄ… na Å›wiecie, którÄ… ludzie mogÄ… mie? na wÅ'asno???

we were bristling at each other as if she were still mine.

the lot in life of any particular sheep depended on the type of man who owned it.

But because they belong to Christ and have recognized Him as Lord and Master of their lives, their owner and manager, they are permeated by a deep, quiet, settled peace that is beautiful to behold.

There stands the white man, Boss of the fields-- Lord of the land And all that it yields. Here bend the black folks, Hands to the soil-- Bosses of nothing. Not even their toil.

Power broken into a thousand pieces can be hidden and disowned.

yeah, maybe I should make you scream for me," he uttered against her skin. "I want every male in this building to know that you belong to me. Only me.

No … she is mine. She stays with me.

Everything about this woman was more than he was prepared for. She was his. God help her, but he belonged to her too.

Lenora Calhoun was his, and he protected what belonged to him.

You belong to me, Lenora ... I'm not letting you go.

You belong to me," he says, his deep voice vibrating with solemnity as well as demand. "You're mine now, Melanie." … His gaze burns into mine. "Let me hear you say it." "I am," I whisper, barely staving off the emotion that swells inside me. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be, and with no one else, Jared. I'm yours.

You're mine." I say it fiercely, needing her to understand. "I love you, Melanie Laurent. For the rest of my life, I'm going to love you.

Mine. You're mine, Sin. No one else will ever touch you, do you understand? You belong to me. You'll bond with me. ~Con

For the next eight and a half months, you're going to be mine. Every. Night.

What are you talking about, Sin? You don't want anyone to own you... Or your heart?' She laughed bitterly, and entered the Harrowgate. 'I don't have a heart for anyone to take.

I love you, female. You already own my heart. Why not the rest of me.