Quotes About Ownership

Its our loot. If you don't like it, you can kiss my quiver

If my life is going to mean something, I've got to live it myself

Our culture says, "If you don't own it, you won't take care of it." But Christians live by a higher standard: "Because God owns it, I must take the best care of it that I can." The Bible says, "Those who are trusted with something valuable must show they are worthy of that trust.

We never really own anything during our brief stay on earth. God just loans the earth to us while we're here. It was God's property before you arrived, and God will loan it to someone else after you die. You just get to enjoy it for a while.

every increased possession loads us with weariness, and he's right." There

I am no longer one of Mr. Pontellier's possessions to dispose of or not.

I am no longer one of Mr, Pontellier's possessions to dispose of or not. I give myself where I choose. If he were to say, 'Here, Robert, take her and be happy; she is yours,' I should laugh at you both.

I am no longer one of Mr. Pontellier's possessions to dispose of or not. I give myself where I choose.

I scrambled to pack my things, glad I owned so little.

It seems to be that way with most things. No one to do the really disagreeable jobs except oneself.

What was the apostrophe doing there? Did the doctor own the Meescham? And what was it with exclamation marks? Did people not know what they were for? Surprise, anger, joy—that's what exclamation marks were for. They had nothing to do with who resided where.

Rob was dismayed to see that she was still wearing his shirt and jeans.

Everywhere I went, it was Balto this and Balto that. Truth to tell, I knew Balto well enough. He was in my kennel. He was owned, bred, raised, and trained by Sepp, same as I was. Sepp called Balto nothing but a scrub freight dog. Don't get me wrong, he was a nice-enough fellow. But he was no racer. And he didn't have a whole lot going on upstairs. What he had was luck. It was luck, pure and simple, that he happened to be leading the team that made the last leg of the Serum Run.

We are taught you must blame your father, your sisters, your brothers, the school, the teachers - but never blame yourself. It's never your fault. But it's always your fault, because if you wanted to change you're the one who has got to change.

I don't mind being lord of all I survey but I don't want to have to work at it. It just wouldn't be practical.

While our fellow pigeons did not regard bonds between hens as unnatural, the humans who kept us certainly seemed to—and in any case such a pairing could serve no human purpose, as it would yield no champion racers, no progeny at all. While I preferred to think of us as the humans' partners and collaborators—and we were; I wasn't wrong—we were also their property and their tools. What did I expect?

He had the terrible feeling that he had just lost something very precious. Something he had never owned but that nevertheless should have belonged to him.

To belong did not mean ownership. You were not someone's property. The "be" syllable was about existence: "to be" yourself and "to be" in a special place that no one else could occupy within your family except you. The "long" part was about the heart, a place in the heart where a family met and lived together. They didn't just put up with each other. They longed for each other. To belong was not a state of mind but a state of heart.

I walked along a highway. I was looking for a place to sit down, for some grass I could walk in, for a wood I could explore. I walked for hours. All land on both sides of the highway, cultivated and wild, was private. I had to keep walking on the highway. I thought that people today when they move move only by car, train, boat, or plane and so move only on roads. They perceive only the roads, the map, the prison. I think it's becoming harder to get off the roads.

She shrugged. Ownership is a fragile concept.

I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really – one has to ask oneself – what dignity is there in that?

Uh-uh Clay drawled above me, Elena's played with you long enough, Its my turn

That's my point, you dumb f-ing Mick. You're not just letting him poach on your turf--you're opening the gate and inviting him in...Why don't you just hand him a bouquet of roses and a box of f-ing condoms while you're at it, Jacko? It's not like that, Jack said. No? Nadia is yours, and it's about time you had the balls to do something about it.

Still, I shouldered part of the blame, maybe because it gave me some sense of control in an uncontrollable situation.