Quotes About Possession

Nunca seré tuya hasta que tú seas mío." -Sienna a Hawke

Eres mío para jugar contigo a mi antojo

You are here," he said in a tone that made her heart thump wildly against her ribs, "because you belong to me.

You are so perfect for me"—hot words against her lips—"I'd steal you if you weren't already mine.

Flirt with him if you want, Honor, but you're mine.

She was only forty-seven according to the file his aide had put together for him, but had gone totally gray by thirty-two. That early sign of aging was a genetic family trait that hadn't been bred out, likely because it gave the possessors a regal appearance, regardless of their chronological age.

I didn't almost kill myself when I went 'caveman,'" he said, his kiss hard and hot and possessive, all of it spiced with molten anger. "I didn't make you watch as I did my best to cause myself mortal harm.

But … no one had expected Kaleb to come hunting. No one knew they had taken what belonged to him. No one alive anyway.

Is she yours?" "Touch her and find out.

Lifting up her head, she kissed his throat. "How do you feel about carrying on a secret affair with the Guild Director?" She couldn't let him go. Not without a fight. "I prefer the world know full well I consider a woman mine." An uncompromising answer. "Secrets just come back to bite you in the ass.

You are so perfect for me ... I'd steal you if you weren't already mine

Sahara's fingers tightened on his arm. "You're mine." Simple, quiet words that were a punch to the chest. "I will fight for you, today, tomorrow, and all the tomorrows to come.

My father is a hard man to love. I've never been sure if he even wants love, or if all he wants or needs is obedience. As for returning any affection given, that's a non-event. To Ishaan Rai, his family is his possession.

Fisting a hand in his hair, she said, "Fight it. Stay my Raphael." Cold immortal eyes. "No matter who or what I become, I will always be yours.

Demons are real. Since I'm not religious, I think of them as metaphors for the evil desires and impulses all humans have. A religious person can think of them as separate evil beings that can possess you. Either way, I believe they exist, lurking patiently around and in us, whispering their twisted points of view, ever alert for an opportunity. The sudden chink in your armor when you're tired, frightened, or angry. The invitation you issue in that moment of vulnerability.

If i would ever fall in love.....I'm sure I would want that person to belong to me. I'd make them all mine.......but I might ruin them in the process. So I'm never going to fall in love. I don't need love right now. I have friends with the same purpose as me. I have all of you. -Rei

The only way to be safe is to own the place.

Men are ruled by toys

Nothing seems interesting when it belongs to you, only when it doesn't."---Tuck Everlasting

The ownership of land is an odd thing when you come to think of it. How deep, after all, can it go? If a person owns a piece of land, does he own it all the way down, in ever narrowing dimensions, till it meets all other pieces at the center of the earth? Or does ownership consist only of a thin crust under which the friendly worms have never heard of trespassing?

Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men?

He's just explaining the situation to her, but he's all over her every chance he gets! Kureno! Touching Tohru!!!

Men live by rules they've made for themselves. And among those rules is one specifying that women are merely commodities for men to possess. A daughter belongs to her father, a wife to her husband. A woman's own desires present obstacles for men and are best ignored.

But she stood accused and as long as she did so she had relinquished all right to respect. Men's eyes took possession of her body the way they appropriated those of prostitutes. Something pushed her. She shrank into her coat, burying her head in its wide collar.