Quotes About Possession

She'd had her way, and had the top--the third time--informing him he was her 'own private playground'.

And Barrons is Mac's as much as something like him is ever anyone's

Barrons gets my beast, thinks she's beautiful.

That sounds as if you're telling me you plan to keep me, lass." His eyes narrowed and he went very still.

She lives at my discretion. I can take her breath. I can give it back.

You're mine, Jessica. Do you ken that? Mine.

Chloe-lass, I'm going to keep you." "Keep me, my ass," she snapped. "I don't agree to being kept." "Forever," he said, with a chilling smile. "And you will.

Could we please have a fire?" "Of course," Pieter said immediately. He rose and moved to the fireplace, but Barrons beat him there. He glared at Pieter. You may be trying to claim the woman, his eyes said, but make no mistake, she and the fucking fireplace are mine.

He would seduce her so thoroughly that she would no longer be able to conceive of herself apart from him; she would be his for the taking, anytime he wanted, anywhere, and in any way he chose to take her, able to deny him nothing. He

You can have the confounded shield if you love it that much, lass," Dageus said, sounding utterly bewildered.

I still possess the True Magic even if I can't use it, and he doesn't.

Aye, lass, now you're truly mine," he said fiercely. "Forever.

Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?

Does Chloe remind you of anyone?" One corner of his mouth lifted. "Linda Blair in The Exorcist?" Seth!" He laughed. "All right, then, maybe a little bit of a stretch. Who did you have in mind?" Me." His eyes widened. "Good God, I'd almost have Linda Blair.

It's strange to own anything, Beverly thinks, even your flesh, that nobody outside yourself ever touches or sees.

Now while it's hanging in the gallery I pine for it. But once it's on my own wall, perhaps it will be different -- once it's here all the time, every time I lift my eyes ... when I come into the living room in the morning and in the evening ... Will it make me happy? Yes, a voice inside him said, it will make you happy.

This damn ring had derailed her life. No wonder Gollum had gone insane.

Jealousy is a dog's bark which attracts thieves.

The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save-the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor dust will devour-your capital. The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life-the greater is the store of your estranged being.

The wrong view of science betrays itself in the craving to be right; for it is not his possession of knowledge, of irrefutable truth, that makes the man of science, but his persistent and recklessly critical quest for truth.

When the poet or the performer composes or recites he is deeply moved, and indeed possessed (not only by the god but also) by the message; for example, by the scenes he describes. And the work, rather than merely his emotional state, induces similar emotions in his audience.

What I want is outrageous: all the possible pleasures of freedom. I want to go beyond the old system of possession, the notion of person as a thing owned. Like so many of us now, I'm experimenting with life, trying to get it right, to do it better, aware how often we're merely rationalizing — but still trying to create a new kind of social existence.

It's not fair . . . She's mine . . . She's always been mine," George whined deliriously. "No she's not," Jason spat. And then, he took the triptych from Mr. Ellis's hands. And looking into her eyes, handed it to Winn. "She never belonged to anyone but herself.

I was right not to be afraid of any thief but myself, who will end by leaving me nothing.