Quotes About Possession

Like all collectors, I exist in a perpetual state of want that bears no reasonable relationship to the quantity of unread books mounting up on my shelves.

To whom do books belong? The books we read and the books we write are both ours and not ours. They're also theirs.

Self-realization is the knowing in all parts of body, mind, and soul that you are now in possession of the kingdom of God; that you do not have to pray that it come to you; that God's omnipresence is your omnipresence; and that all that you need to do is improve your knowing.

Si l'argent ne fait pas le bonheur, rendez-le ! » JULES RENARD

It's only fair to warn you that you sealed your fate tonight. When you knew you were in trouble, you came to me. That makes twice, Mercy, and twice is almost as good as a declaration. You are mine now.... Ben says you might run. If you do, I will find you and bring you back. Every time you run, Mercy. I won't force you, but. .. No more excuses, Mercy. You are mine, and I am keeping you.

Mine, ... Mine is what she is.

You forgot the 'my precious,'" Anna said dryly. "If you want to act like a freaking nutcase, you have to do it right.

I like that people can just look at you and know that you are taken, that you are mine." He closed his eyes and laughed. "And yes, I know that sentiment is at the top of the Women's Liberation Movement's list of things not to say to a modern woman.

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.

I'm not threatening to kill myself. But you need to know this about me because—if you want to be my mate—I won't be like Leo. I won't let you sleep around with anyone else. I won't be forced either. I've had enough. If that makes me a dog in the manger, so be it. But if I am yours, then you damned well are going to be mine." - Anna to Charles

If she tried anything, she would be sorry. Adam was mine. She had thrown him away, thrown Jesse away—and I had snatched them up. Finders keepers.

She was his and he hers.

I am yours," he said, a finger under her chin dislodging her claim. "And you"— he moved his hands under her shoulders and pulled until she was all the way on top—" are mine.

You need to understand something," she said intently. "Charles is my husband. You can't have him. Mine. Not yours. There are lots of nice, unattachment men out there, I'm sure. Pick one of them and you might live longer." Then her body relaxed and her voice regained its usual cheeriness. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Newman.

You scratch whatever itches you choose," Charles told her, his voice cold and quiet."Enjoy yourself. But at the end of the day, you remember that Isaac belongs to my father—and to me. He is necessary to us as you are not. You will leave him unharmed or I will hunt you down and destroy you.

He has taken she who is mine, so I shall take from him, she who is his. Balance. Only then will I take his life -- and that is vengeance. (Juan Flores)

Wulfe had been as likely to hoard dried flowers as exquisite jewelry.

After the third swallow, he opened his eyes, and they were night-dark velvet. He reached up and grasped Jesse's hand where it lay on his shoulder, but his eyes were on me. "Mercy," he mumbled. "What the hell did you do to my French Roast?

I won't be forced either. I've had enough. If that makes me a dog in the manger, so be it. But if I am yours, then you damned well are going to be mine.

Mine," he said. Adam's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so. She is mine." It would have been flattering, I thought, except that at least one of them was talking about dinner and I wasn't certain about the other.

Interestingly, abusers who trivialize their partners often brag about them to others as they would brag about a possession.

Cunningham, the English lord, owned all our land, all our houses; he could put any of us out if he wanted.

He had done it. He had taken her. Now all he had to do was keep her. *