Quotes About Ownership

You know how it is with cats: They don't really have owners, they have staff.

I'm here because she's here, and she belongs to me. ~Rephaim

Few things would gratify me as much as a rediscovered respect for things belonging to others. Not abusing the property of others (or that of the community) is one of the ways in which we respect others. It is an essential part of being considerate guests, no matter where we are: in an airplane, in a friend's home, in a movie theater, in a doctor's office, in a public library, or in a public square.

Perhaps we don't respect things because we have so many of them.

a qué se dedica el muerto? —Se dedicaba al pedo ajeno. Era dueño de la concesión de la Modelo en el municipio. Pal velorio hubo cerveza gratis para todos.

But now I was home. In my home, home home, once and for all. I had had various apartments before in quite a few cities over the course of my life, but this was the first one I owned, and it felt good. A roof over my head and a place to be private, to cry, to laugh, to gorge, to hope, to dream, to wallow, and to pray for things was a salve to my soul.

Cats aren't shirts that you buy at the store and then return if they don't fit. Nor are they a pair of shoes you can give away or toss out when you've outgrown them. While these comparisons may seem ridiculously obvious to you, the sad fact is that too many cat owners actually do view their cats that way. As a result, countless cats end up relinquished to shelters or just abandoned because they didn't meet their owners' expectations of the perfect cat.

To whom do books belong? The books we read and the books we write are both ours and not ours. They're also theirs.

When I look through Bob, the actual stories between his mottled covers may have been written by others, but they belong to me now. Nobody else on the planet has read this particular series of books in this exact order and been affected in precisely this way. Each of us could say the same about our respective reading trajectories. Even if we don't keep a physical Book of Books, we all hold our books somewhere inside us and live by them. They become our stories.

One of the best pieces of advice I've ever received was from my grandmother, who said, "A woman always has to keep something of her own, even if it's a jar of quarters." The other was from my agent, another wise woman, who told me twenty years ago: "You don't have to tell everything you know.

Alterius non sit qui suus esse potest. (Let no man belong to another that can belong to himself.)

Em definitivo, nós somos tão donos do clima como de nós mesmos e deciframos o céu com a mesma perplexidade que os movimentos do nosso coração. Quanto à analogia feita entre a atmosfera e o humor, ela não é segura: um sol esplendoroso pode-nos ferir com a sua exuberância, a neve e o nevoeiro podem-nos mergulhar num júbilo perene.

Se bem que, cruel engano, nós nos afastemos com frequência da felicidade através dos meus que verdadeiramente nos deveriam dela aproximar. Daí os frequentes equívocos a seu respeito: que deve ser reivindicado como um dever, aprendido como uma matéria escolar, construído como uma casa: que se compra, qual moeda, que outros enfim possuem de fonte segura e que basta imitá-los para sermos inundados como eles pela mesma aura.

Gator lifted the needle and dabbed at the decorated flesh, frowning. The cases on the Mimosa generally had terrible skin, but they were docile enough to make a good filing system, considering you could usually find them where you left them – they didn't move around much on their own, and unlike other kinds of hardcopy, they seldom got stolen.

I would rather have cookies in my jacket pockets than a chain around my dog's neck.

Thank you for my life, Great Queen," he whispered, almost inaudibly; like the true subject of any tyrant, showing gratitude for being allowed to keep what was his alone.

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.

There is no room for church mice in improv quilting. You have to own your ideas, your choices, and your determination.

Mine, ... Mine is what she is.

I like that people can just look at you and know that you are taken, that you are mine." He closed his eyes and laughed. "And yes, I know that sentiment is at the top of the Women's Liberation Movement's list of things not to say to a modern woman.

I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.

If she tried anything, she would be sorry. Adam was mine. She had thrown him away, thrown Jesse away—and I had snatched them up. Finders keepers.

He left the key in the ignition. No one was likely to come up here and steal the truck- and if anyone did... well, he could deal with Charles

Shame is...not a productive emotion," Charles told her. There was a funny little pause when he tilted his head to look at her face and then away. "Brother Wolf liked claiming you in front of the others so that there will be no question who you belong to. While I... I regret your embarrassment but otherwise I agree with Brother Wolf.