Quotes About Possession

Because of your heart, you hate. Because of your heart, you have a dark side. Because of your heart, steal. Because of your heart, you get angry. Because of your heart, you scorn others. Because of your heart, you feel rage. Because of your heart, I want you all to myself.

Will you count with me My teeth marks On you

It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... You can't own a human being.

Beloved, she my daughter. She mine. See. She come back to me of her own free will and I don't have to explain a thing.

These and other inanimate things she saw and experienced. They were real to her. She knew them. They were the codes and touchstones of the world, capable of translation and possession. She owned the crack that made her stumble; she owned the clumps of dandelions whose white heads, last fall, she had blown away; whose yellow heads, this fall, she peered into. And owning them made her part of the world, and the world a part of her.

Whatever's burning in me is mine

What solicited my attention was whether the cultural associations of jazz were as important to Cardinal's "possession" as were its intellectual foundations. I was interested, as I had been... in the way black people ignite critical moments of discovery or change or emphasis in literature not written by them. In fact I had started, casually like a game, keeping a file of such instances.

Let me tell you right now the one important thing you'll ever need to know: Own things. And let the things you own own other things. Then you'll own yourself and other people too.

El amor no es nunca mejor que el amante. La gente inicua ama inicuamente, los violentos aman violentamente, las personas débiles aman débilmente, las estúpidas aman estúpidamente, pero el amor de un hombre libre nunca es seguro. El ser amado nunca se ve recompensado. Sólo el amante posee su don de amor. El ser amado es arrancado de sus raíces, neutralizado, congelado en el brillo de la mirada que el amante tiene vuelta hacia su propio interior.

There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralised, frozen in the glare of the lover's inward eye.

Own things. And let the things you own own other things.

as we clashed together and commenced our collaboration on another chapter of the famous, familiar and amusing saga of human relations—choosing heat instead of grace, possession over possibility—trading the kingdom of heaven one more time for two arms full of beautiful, confusing earth.

Nothing should be worth more to you than its value in helping you live your life. If you are willing to slough off the past, even at a loss, you are keeping yourself free, and your world continues to grow. If you insist on holding to some abstract valuation, you are being held hostage by that possession, and you are trapped in a prison of your own devising.

If Jefferson gave you his house at Monticello, you'd have his house and he wouldn't. But if he gave you an idea, you'd have the idea and he'd still have the idea. That weirdness is the source of our uncertainty about intellectual property today. For

Every year I own less of what I use. Possession

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

Money may not buy happiness, but it buys a hell of a lot of distraction from unhappiness

Lorelei is accosted by Galbraith.) If you ever lay hands on what's mine again, as God is my witness, I'll lay you down dead. (Jack)

I am a very possessive woman. But I knew that if I were to keep you, I would have to let go of you. I

Keep it, keep it!" I answered. "You are very welcome to it! It is only a couple of small things, doesn't amount to anything—about everything I own in the world.

Life is reduced to a bunch of fights over territory.

My biggest worry is that my wife (when I'm dead) will sell my fishing gear for what I said I paid for it.

SHE MAY BE AN EVIL BITCH, BUT SHE IS MY EVIL BITCH. AND I'LL HAVE NO OTHER

Elizabeth, With my compliments. You will never get your claws into another one of mine. Rot in hell, L Nïx clasped her hands over her chest, sighing, "He gave you his heart. That's so romantic. So much better than a candy heart. Those get stuck in the fangs, you know.