Quotes About Possession

You're all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn't give you up if I tried.

I've been wonderin' if I could take you—whether I should take you. I keep thinkin' about Noah and whether it's right for him, but now I get none of it matters, because you're mine already. You've been mine for a hell of a long time and I just didn't realize it.

I want this," he said softly, leaning over and kissing me between the shoulder blades. "I need to own you. All of you. Make you scream and realize that you belong to me and I belong to you and nothing else matters. I can't let you slip away from me, babe.

I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and fuck you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you'll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie.

No, I mean I'm claiming her for real. Now. I'm done fucking around. Gonna make her my old lady.

Esto es lo que quiero —dijo con voz acariciadora, mientras se inclinaba y me besaba entre los omoplatos—. Necesito hacerte mía. Toda mía. Hacerte gritar, sentir que me perteneces y que yo te pertenezco y que nada más importa. No puedo dejar que te alejes de mí, nena.

I'm jealous as fuck," he said, his voice rough. "That's not really my thing, but it's the truth. I don't much like the idea of some other man touchin' your sweet ass, and if one of them tries to stick his cock into that pretty little cunt of yours, I'm gonna cut it off.

She'd never been more beautiful—at his mercy, covered in his seed, and marked so that any man who saw her would know she was fucking owned. He wanted to tattoo his name across her ass and keep her tied up like this all day, ready and waiting for his cock.

A lot's gone down, but right now the critical information is that you belong to me," I told her, my voice rough. "You're my property. You don't understand what that means, and that's okay. I'll teach you. But when you look back at this moment, I want you to remember there was a before I claimed you and an after. Now it's after. You got me?

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

There are perhaps only one or two things in the world which are not far more charming in desire than they are in possession.

Even jealousy is based on fantasies: a fantasy that someone else has what belongs to you.

Prawie wszystkie ludzkie nieszcz??cia bior? si? st?d, ?e cz?owiek chce mie? drugiego na w?asno?? i na zawsze.

If you have property, you can't be property.

Where Orientalism is about turning persons into things that can be possessed and dominated, ornamentalism is about a fantasy of turning things into persons through the conduit of racial meaning in order, paradoxically, to allow the human to escape his or her own humanness.

the German sociologist Wolfgang Sofsky wrote that "absolute power is a structure, not a possession.

Why couldn't they just give the human female a bag of money and then pee on the building so that everyone would know it was theirs?

Why couldn't they just give the human female a bag of money and then pee on the building so that everyone would know it was theirs? This

One of the convenient things about literature is that, despite copyrights [...] a book belongs to the reader as well as to the writer.

The pagan eyes seemed suddenly to be like molten lava, and as destructive. "If ever you should try to break the bond that holds us, then beware. You're mine, and you remain mine! -Nick Vakotis

I have never desired any woman as I desire you... and I shall not rest until you're mine.

She smiled, a warm smile that held no trace of aberrant humor. It bothered him on a level he couldn't comprehend. It bothered him on a level he couldn't comprehend. He experienced an overwhelming urge to grab that smile and hide it solely for himself to gaze upon. A Da Vinci masterpiece he intended to jealously guard.

I have gone out, a possessed witch,haunting the black air, braver at night.

The rest of my room is book shelves. I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.