Quotes About Possession

The joke is this impersonal possession. It doesn't have anyone's signature. It was given to me—but you didn't make it up; it was in my custody, and I chose to pass it on, keep it going. It isn't about any of us. It doesn't describe you or me. It has a life of its own. It goes off—like a pop, like a laugh, a sneeze; like an orgasm; like a little explosion, an overflow. Its telling says, I am here.

It was clear that the books owned the shop rather than the other way about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying and clearly lacking any strong hand to keep them down. —AGATHA CHRISTIE, THE CLOCKS

For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all day. I felt myself a changed girl. A strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome possession of me. If it was sad, the tone of mind which this induced was also sweet. Whatever it might be, my soul acquiesced in it.

You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.

At long last he was her's

I have a palate, Williams. A precious possession. And I have no intention of prostituting it to pickles.

She had shown Laura that David was less hers than she had ever thought and the pieces of him she did own were being taken.

I wanted her under me, helpless to do anything but endure as I possessed her in every possible way. I wanted her moans, her screams, the sweet contractions of her cunt as it convulsed at the nexus of pain and pleasure so intense as to shatter her. I wanted to lick her tears from the curve of her cheek, hold her as she shook from the force of what I made her feel and then, when she had calmed a little, begin all over again.

They don't use the word used anymore. With cars it's preowned. With books, preread. With clothes what would you say, preoccupied?

The world at large does not judge us by who we are and what we know it judges us by what we have.

Cuando se le ocurría acostarse conmigo y la borrachera la obligaba a conversar, era como poseer a decenas de mujeres y saber de ellas.

Se tomaron todos los cunchos que había en la casa», dijo Mallarino.

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

Take particular care of your books.... When you lend a book to any one, make a memorandum of it before it leaves your house, and when it is returned cancel the entry. Every Passover and Tabernacles call in all your books that are out on loan.

Had I access to what is mine, I would shower you with jewels.

medium is any person who serves as a conduit to the spirits. It is a relatively general term. Various techniques exist. Mediums may or may not be shamans or engage in ritual possession. Some deliver messages in trance, others while completely awake and conscious. Mediums may use tools such as divination devices, automatic writing, or planchettes. A person presiding over a séance is called a medium.

When she wasn't leaking from one end, she was leaking from the other spewing white fluids from her mouth whenever she belched, as if she were auditioning for a remake of The Exorcist.

Te willen hebben, een huis in de duinen. Te willen hebben, verzamelde werken. Te willen hebben, één blauwe veer. Te willen hebben, een zinvol bestaan. Te willen hebben, gehad.

An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. "What is mine, I intend to keep.

We want playmates we can own

Die Tatsache, dass wahre Schönheit mit Selbstvergessenheit zu tun hatte, passte zum seltsamen Humor des Schöpfers: Jene, die sie besaßen, wussten nichts damit anzufangen, während alle, die etwas davon verstanden, niemals in ihren Besitz gelangten.

Does one write under any other condition than being possessed by abjection, in an indefinite catharsis?

You're mine," he said, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid inside. "You're mine." And much later, when they were exhausted and spent, lying in each other's arms, he brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "And I'm yours.

A gentleman might have stopped then. She had climaxed, and she was still a virgin, and he was probably a beast for wanting to make love to her fully, but he simply couldn't...not. She was his. But not, he was coming to realize, quite as much as he was hers.