Quotes About Possession

Abigail, I know your body as I know my own. It was always mine and it still is.´´

How dare you speak to me like that?' She tried to pull away, but his strength was too great, a conquering strength that held her fast, his hands tightly at her waist, his eyes burning into her. 'I will speak to you as I choose!' His lips tightened at her anger. 'The bride is there for you to see. It is finished, over. Forget him. I would not have allowed it in any case, even if Rina had not existed. You're mine, exactly what I want.

Are we at last brought to such a humiliating and debasing degradation, that we cannot be trusted with arms for our own defence Where is the difference between having our arms in our own possession and under our own direction, and having them under the management of Congress If our defence be therealobject of having those arms, in whose hands can they be trusted with more propriety, or equal safety to us, as in our own hands

Are we at last brought to such humiliating and debasing degradation that we cannot be trusted with arms for our defense? Where is the difference between having our arms in possession and under our direction, and having them under the management of Congress? If our defense be the real object of having those arms, in whose hands can they be trusted with more propriety, or equal safety to us, as in our own hands?

In part this is an intimacy disorder, for as soon as she starts to recommit to the relationship, he starts distancing himself. The intensity begins to build again. He feels trapped or jealous or possessive or something else that distances him from her. Imagine that a relationship is a circle. For true intimacy to take place, both must stay in the circle at the same time.

I asked Dahmer why he started keeping the heads. He answered that it was a shame to go through all the trouble of meeting them, bringing them home, killing them, and cutting them up, just to throw everything away. He wanted to keep some part of the men with him. Besides, he could then bring out the skulls later and masturbate while thinking of the time he had spent with each lover.

There wasn't anything more, and the one good thing that was mine wasn't mine after all.

And by being possessed, you possess, because that's how love works.

I turn back to the man. Back to Ben. He is mine, I think. If there is peace, he is mine. Mine to kill.

I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.

Asking to hold a musician's instrument is roughly similar to asking to kiss a man's wife.

Yo la conozco desde hace más tiempo», decía mi sonrisa. «Sí, tú has estado entre sus brazos, has probado el sabor de su boca, has sentido su calor, y eso es algo que yo nunca he tenido. Pero hay una parte de ella que es solo para mí. Tú no puedes tocarla, por mucho que te esfuerces. Y cuando te deje, yo seguiré estando aquí, haciéndola reír. Y mi luz brillará en ella. Yo seguiré estando aquí mucho después de que ella haya olvidado tu nombre.»

Chronicler froze. 'So you're saying I work for you?' 'I'm saying you belong to me.' Bast's face was deadly serious. 'Down to the marrow of your bones.

Too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game.

The Chancellor looked down at the paper in front of him. He cleared his throat. 'Re'lar Ambrose, are you a donkey?' Ambrose went stiff. 'No, sir,' he said. 'Are you possessed of,' he cleared his throat and read directly off the page. 'A pizzle bound to fizzle?' A few of the masters struggled to control smiles. Elodin grinned openly. Ambrose flushed. 'No sir.' 'Then I'm afraid I don't see the problem,' the Chancellor said curtly, letting the paper settle to the table.

Pero tú no entras en el trato -dijo casi con fiereza-. Tú eres mío. Solo mío. No tengo intención de compartirte.

She's stolen his tongue as well as his heart. All his words are for her. He can spare none for us.

Looking at it doesn't make me happy," Jax said. "No more than looking at my dinner makes me full. I want it. I want to have it for my own.

And even knowing that to possess that scent he must pay the terrible price of losing it again, the very possession and the loss seemed to him more desirable than a prosaic renunciation of both. For he had renounced things all his life. But never once had he possessed and lost.

El objetivo de sus cacerías era poseer todo cuanto el mundo le pudiera ofrecer … y la única condición que ponía era que fuesen nuevos.

Porque durante toda su vida no había hecho más que renunciar, pero nunca había poseído y perdido.

He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.

His lordship has something

You will not deny me what is mine!" "I'll deny like a politician under oath," said Murphy.