Quotes About Possession

Do you know how they brainwash people? They repeat something over and over. And that's what we do in this country. Owning things is good. More money is good. More property is good. More commercialism is good. More is good. More is good. We repeat it-- and have it repeated to us-- over and over until nobody bothers to even think otherwise. The average person is so fogged up by all this, he has no perspective on what's really important anymore.

There are many kinds of selfishness in this world, but the most selfish is hoarding

I am Music. And I am here for the soul of Frankie Presto. Not all of it. Just the rather large part he took from me when he came into this world. However well used, I am a loan, not a possession. You give me back upon departure. I

At that time, a friend shall lose his friend's hammer, and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before ...

Love is never any better than the lover. [...] There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone posseses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glair of the lover's inward eye.

When you buy a book, you establish a property right in it, just as you do in clothes or furniture when you buy and pay for them. But the act of purchase is actually only the prelude to possession in the case of a book. Full ownership of a book only comes when you have made it a part of yourself, and the best way to make yourself a part of it—which comes to the same thing—is by writing in it.

The writer isn't trying not to be caught, although it sometimes seems so. Successful communication occurs in any case where what the writer wanted to have received finds its way into the reader's possession. The writer's skill and the reader's skill converge upon a common end.

The philosophy of the Bhagavad-gita holds that we don't actually own anything – that our nation, cars, homes, and our families ultimately belong to God. Even our own senses don't belong to us, according to the Gita.

poetry which she loved rather as it might be assumed a cat loves birds; poetry, especially the declamatory sort, excited and possessed her; she would pounce on the stuff, play with it quivering in her mind

And he was forever hers. No matter whom he loved, or was loved by, the shadow of her always remained.

You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.

What would you like to call me? That made her pause. Husband was too human, partner factually wrong for a being as powerful as an archangel, mate...perhaps. But none of it was quite right. Mine, she said at last. He blinked and when he raised his lashes again, the blue was liquid fire. Yes, that will do. But for public consumption, you are my consort. Consort, she murmured, tasting the word, feeling it's shape. Yes, that fits.

But I couldn't think it more hateful of them to have taken my fur tippet. Burglars never seem to realize one might feel the cold. How would they like it if I took away their wife's shawl?

Human identity is no longer defined by what one does, but by what one owns.

He is mine, too.

A genius is simply one who has taken full possession of his own mind and directed it toward objectives of his own choosing, without permitting outside influences to discourage or mislead him.

If you must be careless with your possessions, let it be in connection with material things. Your mind is your spiritual estate! Protect and use it with the care to which Divine Royalty is entitled. You were given a WILL-POWER for this purpose.

I believe that I will have this money in my possession. My faith is so strong that I can now see this money before my eyes. I can touch it with my hands. It is now awaiting transfer to me at the time, and in the proportion that I deliver the service I intend to render in return for it. I am awaiting a plan by which to accumulate this money, and I will follow that plan, when it is received.

Get off this estate. What for? Because it's mine. Where did you get it? From my father. Where did he get it? From his father. And where did he get it? He fought for it. Well, I'll fight you for it.

The headmaster thought he was possessed by the devil because he recited Marx in German during mass. A clear sign of possession, Fermin agreed.

Todo forma parte de algo que no podemos entender, pero que nos posee.

In the shop we buy & sell them, but in truth books have no owner.

Acho que nada acontece por acaso,sabes?Que,no fundo,as coisas têm o seu plano secreto,embora nós não o entendamos.Como o de teres encontrado aquele romance de Julián Carax no Cemitério dos Livros Esquecidos,ou o de tu e eu estarmos agora aqui,nesta casa que pertenceu aos Aldaya.Tudo faz parte de qualquer coisa que não conseguimos perceber,mas que nos possui.

Es curioso como juzgamos a los demás y no nos damos cuenta de lo miserable de nuestro desdén hasta que nos falta, hasta que nos los quitan. Nos los quitan porque nunca han sido nuestros.