Quotes About Ownership

You know what that's like, don't you, Jon? Having a hunger? Relentlessly pursuing, taking what you want, what should be yours?

You can do so much with body posture, facial expressions. You can exude confidence, appear as though you own this world. It's our mockery of those who think they do, and who exploit others.

Insight allows you to ask yourself, Is this something that's being done to me or am I doing it to myself? The answer gives you choices, but it's up to you to make them.

Beneath her cheek, his heart was thumping steadily. Definitely faster than his usual near-hibernation beat. Lifting her head, she flashed him a tight smile. "I get to you." "Are you kidding? You own me," he said, his voice running over her like silk.

The little shit was standing on it like he owned it, wet, sandy paws and all. "Arf, arf!

She was going to be mine, but then my landlord said no dogs." "You live in your own house." "I'm awfully strict.

Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.

Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.

Lacuna peered at my shirt. Aer-O-Smith. Arrowsmith. Does the shirt belong to your weapon dealer? No. Then why do you wear the shirt of someone else's weapon dealer?

Aer-O-Smith. Arrowsmith. Does the shirt belong to your weapon dealer?" "No." "Then why do you wear the shirt of someone else's weapon dealer?

She is my child," Charity objected. "She was," Forthill corrected her, "if only for a time. Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.

All of my base are belong to me.

Everything's mine, Francis," she replied in a merry tone. "The only question is whether or not it knows it is yet.

Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves.

There are humans on a ship of wood with tall trees on it. As its sole purpose is to transport me, I have declared it mine, and my scent is upon it.

You, Dog. Youah all dog. Seems mighty funny to keep you in a piddlin' little cage, and just use you fo' getting' blue ribbons and little cups when you could be a huntin' dog. Seems might funny. Still, I s'pose it's impo'tant, else, Danny and Mistah Haggin wouldn't do it. But fo' the life of me I can't figgah it.

it's my own *** fault.

This process, one of trading the state to outside owners in exchange for their (it now seems) entirely temporary agreement to enrich us, in toher words the pauperization of California, had in fact begun at the time Americans first entered the state, took what they could, and, abetted by the native weekness for boosterism, set about selling the rest.

There was a way to know if you had made headway. You knew you had made headway, when a doctor to whom you had made one or another suggestions, presented, a day later, the plan as his own.

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his image

It's easy to blame someone else for our failings...

A named thing is a tamed thing.

Monsieur Moscat .... You won't ever guess HIS favorite, [Lucie] says. He hasn't gotten one. [Vianne:] I find that difficult to believe, I smile. Everyone has a favorite. Even Monsieur Muscat. Lucie considers this for a moment. Maybe his favorite is the one he takes from someone else, she tells me limpidly.

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.