Quotes About Ownership

Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets, but humbler folk may circumvent this restriction. If they know how to plant a pine, for example, one need be neither god nor poet; one need only own a good shovel.

We abuse land because we see it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect.

Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets, but humbler folk may circumvent this restriction if they know how. To plant a pine, for example, one need be neither god nor poet; one need only own a shovel. By virtue of this curious loophole in the rules, any clodhopper may say: Let there be a tree - and there will be one.

I mourn myself; this is my right.

Siempre lo mismo! ¡Siempre hay que aparentar la posesión de un fin! ¡Siempre el camino rectamente marcado!

Y cuando es de noche, siempre, una tribu de palabras mutiladas busca asilo en mi garganta para que no canten ellos, los funestos, los dueños del silencio.

It's not about where you belong, it's about what belongs to you," I told her...I was twenty-seven (and a half) and Sarajevo belonged to me.

The digital book has no front or back covers; there is no place to assert ownership, and there is nothing to own. "The digital delivery module" is a piece of molded plastic made in China, encasing a few memory chips. That is not the book, that's the "reader." Wait, I thought I was the reader. Oh, never mind.

There are plenty of attributes that separate the great leader from the good manager. Both may put their work before family and friends, survive on little sleep, endure a lifetime of red-eye flights. Look more closely and you will find that the great leader possesses an unusual, and essential, characteristic – he will think and operate like an owner, or a person who owns a substantial stake of the business, even if, in a financial or legal sense, he is neither.

When we complain, we hold whatever or whoever we're complaining about as a shield. We therefore perpetuate victimization and helplessness.

A man's home is his wife's castle.

A GOOD PLACE TO begin a garden is to undo whatever appear to be the clear mistakes of previous owners.

I am just a tiny person in Africa, but there is a place for me, and for everybody, to sit down on this earth and touch it and call it their own.

I am his Highness' dog at Kew;Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.

I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me sir, whose dog are you?

Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.

It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy.

Surely until all of us own and honor one another's dead, until we have admitted to our murders and forgiven one another and ourselves for what we have done, there can be no truce, no dignity and no peace.

I thought that was my room," she said, gesturing behind him. "It is." "And my shower." He sniffed with irritation. "I have a bathtub." "And that's a problem?" "I don't do bathtubs, Miss Burel." His eyebrow lifted. "Unless I have company.

The only life worth living is the one we take responsibility for choosing.

What is most important for democracy is not that great fortunes should not exist, but that great fortunes should not remain in the same hands. In that way there are rich men, but they do not form a class.

Were they really Aboriginal? Did they really belong to Warren Finch's ancestral country? Anthropologists, lawyers and other experts, like archeologists, sociologists and historians, were called to examine the genealogies of these people. And emergency legislation was bulldozed through parliament in the dead of night which claimed that Warren Finch was the blood relative of every Australian, which gave power to the government to decide where he was to be buried.

Ah, me resisto, mas me tienes toda, tú, que nunca serás del todo mío.