Quotes About Ownership

For a woman, love has historically been a matter of possession followed by sacrifice: that's to say, of being possessed and then of being sacrificed.

But if you think that only what is yours is yours, and that what is not your own is, just as it is, not your own, then no one will ever coerce you, no one will hinder you, you will blame no one, you will not accuse anyone, you will not do a single thing unwillingly, you will have no enemies, and no one will harm you, because you will not be harmed at all.

If all your responses to a book have already been duplicated and expanded upon by a professional critic, then what point is there to your reading? Only that it's yours.

I didn't doubt for a moment that she had read them all, or that they were the right books to own. Further, they seemed to be an organic combination of her mind and personality, whereas mine struck me as functionally separate, straining to describe a character I hoped to grow into.

Back in 'my day'—though I didn't claim ownership of it at the time, still less do I now . . .

L'arte appartiene a tutti e a nessuno. L'arte appartiene a tutti i tempi e a nessun tempo in particolare. L'arte appartiene a chi la produce e a chi l'assapora. L'arte non appartiene più al Popolo e al Partito di quanto una volta non appartenesse all'aristocrazia e ai mecenati. L'arte è il mormorio della storia, udibile al di là del rumore del tempo. L'arte non esiste per sé: esiste per il pubblico.

I was anxious to take some action that I could control; to establish something that was mine alone.

Did he mean for her to look at something she loved and think of him? How dare he. He had no right to give her gifts. No right to remind her she was alone by ensuring that she was not. No right to test whether she had a heart. No right to court her, to please her, or to do whatever he bloody well might be doing by giving her a kitten.

I will find her. And when you do? Roger asked. I will make her mine, the warrior answered in a hard, determined voice. She will be mine. The vow was made.

Like it or not, she was going to belong to him.

No other man is ever going touch you, Alessandra. You're mine.

You've already made your commitment to me when you admitted you loved me. Nothing else matters. I don't give a damn how complicated it all becomes. You're mine now. Do you honestly believe I'm ever going to let you go?

But we never say, the pool. Because the pool is ours and ours alone. It's my own secret Valhalla.

How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.

The girl is not yours, or mine, or anyone's. But for now, she travels under my protection, and let him who lays a hand on her answer to me.

I learned that in the end, only I was responsible for my actions.

Cuando los campesinos compran más tierra con el fruto de su trabajo, eso significa que tienen que trabajar más que antes. A fin de cuentas, las preocupaciones y el trabajo no tienen fin, y lo único que obtienen es la posibilidad de tener más quehacer que antes…

It wasn't anywhere he could afford to live on his salary. From among the several properties that his parents owned, he'd simply chosen the one here due to its proximity to his workplace.

No soft-skinned, lace-covered, dandified profligate would ever take this house and make it his. Ever.

The territorialism and desire to possess things comes directly from the ego, which strives to own and control things. Your spirit already knows you own nothing. It is a matter of realizing that your happiness does not depend on your ownership of things. They help you in your journey but they are not the journey itself.

Cleaning up" consisted of each child contributing one Lego to the box, then dropping to the floor in exhaustion. The other 3,998 were mine to deal with.

Marriage. That's what he called it, though men like Paul do not marry women. They own them. They control them. They are voracious gluttons who devour every part of a woman, then clean their teeth with the bones.

but instead of apologizing, I said, 'It's your own fault for playing tennis.

around for your entire adult life, then set it the fuck down, because it doesn't belong to you. It belongs to him.