Quotes About Possession

I never, never lend any of my own clothes for parts any more because you lose your clothes; they become the characters' clothes, and you can never wear them again.

I am quite a hoarder, so it is important to let go of some stuff.

No one in the whole movie ever asks anyone, Did you write this letter' Part of the reason is that no one wants to hear that it isn't for them. As soon as they read it, they want it to be theirs.

I didn't have any money to buy a car, so when I got my license I did not have a car at first.

I've had about 40 cars in my lifetime, maybe more, from Lamborghinis and McLarens to Bentleys and Rolls-Royces, but I always lost so much money.

When you're at a club like Liverpool, it's always about what you can do with the ball.

I have Louis Vuitton everything. I'm obsessed.

The lower you go down the levels, the more players think they need to hang on to the ball to prove how talented they are, but that's not football.

When a writer makes something, it's theirs forever. That is the magic for me.

When possession is legitimized by force, where does the issue of theft arise? I'm

But I do know that people who have made their own money are likely to spend it more carefully and discerningly than a group of politicians and bureaucrats. We all have a natural tendency to be more responsible with our own possessions than with those that belong to someone else.

he talked quite naturally while we ate — about the difficulty of finding words to describe the luminous mist, and why one has the desire to describe beauty. Perhaps it's an attempt to possess it, I said. Or be possessed by it; perhaps that's the same thing, really. I suppose it's the complete identification with beauty one's seeking. The mist grew brighter and brighter.

Everyone wants to own the end of the world.

Everybody wants to own the end of the world.

His troops routed the militia and gained possession of the American guns, one of which was a brass howitzer that carried the inscription "taken at the surrender of York town 1781.

Mine, mine. Fear, idolatry, hoarding. The delight and terror of the fetishist.

Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only-if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn't it? And isn't the whole point of things-beautiful things-that they connect you to some larger beauty?

she drew me to her, and her hot lips travelled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, "You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one forever.

There are Things that do not love the sun. They weep and curse their own creation. Sometimes on earth a cruel shift takes place. Time splits. Corpses possessed at the moment of their death rise from tombs. The dark ages of history flow mindless from stagnant wells and lime-dripping cellars. The corpses, those creatures of possession, walk through ancient halls and rooms.

Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible—it cannot be seen or measured— yet is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession ever could.

If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then its yours forever. If it doesnt, then it was never yours to begin with.

If intelligence and capability are not criteria for the possession of rights, why would animals -who have the capacity to feel fear and pain- be excluded from our moral consideration?

Living creatures, if nothing else, have the right to life. It is their only truly precious possession, and the stealing of life is a wicked theft

He belonged lock, stock, and cock to that fucking Duke bitch.