Quotes About Possession

For if people could see- if women especially could see- what is real and true and how the elegant possession of what is in each of our individual hearts is what matters more than anything.

As Christians, we cannot be possessed in the sense that a demon would control our minds and actions, because when we receive Jesus, our bodies become the house of the Holy Spirit.

And I like to keep whatever is mine remaining that way. It's a funny little game to play and it's a slippery slope. I always say to myself I'm never going to give anything away because there's never any point or benefit for me.

It is often much harder to get rid of books than to acquire them. They stick to us in that pact of need and oblivion we make with them, witnesses to a moment in our lives we will never see again. While they are still there, it is part of us.

Ço?unlukla bir kitaptan kurtulmak ona sahip olmaktan daha zordur. Kitaplar, sanki asla geri dönemeyece?imiz bir an?n tan?klar? gibi, bir ihtiyaç ve unutkanl?k anla?mas?yla tutunurlar insana.

Ço?unlukla bir kitaptan kurtulmak ona sahip olmaktan daha zordur. Kitaplar sanki asla dönemeyece?imiz bir an?n tan?klar? gibi, bir ihtiyaç ve unutkanl?k anla?mas?yla tutunurlar insana.

I bet He's only sad for the part of me that belonged to Him.

This table once belonged to Napoleon Bonaparte," he said. "You mean the Napoleon we read about in our history book?" Staci asked. "The guy with his hand under his coat scratching his bellybutton?" Wendy added.

the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates.

This is like the end of The Corrections," I say and the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates. You turn the page and there is nothing and we are both crying.

the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates. You turn the page and there is nothing

I own every book Stephen King has ever written." "That's great. That's something to be proud of." But did you read them, fuckface?

and the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates.

you have forced us into asexual, sunlit spaces. I finally have you in the dark and you're not hiding from me anymore and I'm gonna make this last as long as I can. I love this. I love you.

I wake up first. I go into your bathroom, into your tub and I piss all over the floor of the shower and mark my place, my home, you.

say and the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates. You turn the page and there is nothing

I am not lonely, living this way, because I have given up expecting that loneliness can be blotted out by anyone else; my loneliness is my own cherished possession and probably my only one.

I am not lonely, living this way, because I have given up expecting that loneliness can be blotted out by anyone else; my loneliness is my own cherished possession and probably my only one." — Martha Gellhorn, in a letter to Campbell Beckett, from Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

In… the book of Egoism, it is written, possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.

How can I lose something I have never owned?

A man can own a woman or a man can own a knife, but no man can own both.

They [the peasants] were born kings of the earth far more truly than those who possess it only from having bought it.

The man who is not permitted to own is owned.

Is this not the collector's exquisite pleasure, that his desire should know no bounds, should reach out into the infinite, should never know full possession which disappoints by its very completeness. O what joy to be able to postpone the fulfillment of desire to infinity!