Quotes About Possession

He does not identify the self with the physical body or attach much importance to the possessions of that body. He feeds it, dresses it, cares for it and regulates its behavior. In due course he leaves it. One of the powers conferred by entry into the fourth room is the capacity to die at will.

Allah warns the Muslims not to consider booty won at Badr to belong to anyone but Muhammad:

To be a book-collector is to combine the worst characteristics of a dope fiend with those of a miser.

Name it as you will, claim it as you will, the world does not belong to men. Men belong to the world.

I met her gaze; she looked at me as if she knew the answer to every mystery. I leaned in closer, taking in her scent, and the wolf in me leapt high. Mine. Suddenly she was obviously mine in every way. My club, to protect. Mine . From this moment, I would die rather than see harm come to her. Mine. The Wit told me this little spark of life burned strong. Tiny she was, she would never be prey. ~142

you map the land and draw lines across it, claiming ownership simply because you can draw a picture of it. The plants that grow and the beasts that rove, you mark as your own, claiming not only what lives today, but what might grow tomorrow, to do with as you please. Then, in your conceit and aggression, you wage wars and slay one another over the lines you have imagined on the world's face.

happiness has no frontiers, that it's a state of mind and not a possession, not a set route through life, not a goal to be gained but something that steals in gently like an evening mist or the morning sunlight—something beyond our control.

I am trying to understand what it means to own a thing, especially a wild and living being. To have exclusive rights to its fate? To dispose of it at will? To deny others its use? Ownership seems a uniquely human behavior, a social contract validating the desire for purposeless possession and control.

I am trying to understand what it means to own a thing, especially a wild and living being. To have exclusive rights to its fate? To dispose of it at will? To deny others its use? Ownership seems a uniquely human behaviour, a social contract validating the desire for purposeless possession and control.

A gift is different from something you buy, possessed of meaning outside its material boundaries. You never dishonor the gift. A gift asks something of you. To take care of it. And something more. I

But I think you cannot own a thing and love it at the same time. Owning diminishes the innate sovereignty of a thing, enriching the possessor and reducing the possessed. If he truly loved mosses more than control, he would have left them alone and walked each day to see them. Barbara Kingsolver writes, "It's going to take the most selfless kind of love to do right by what we cherish and give it the protection to flourish outside our possessive embrace".

I think you cannot own a thing and love it at the same time.

These berries belong to me," she said, "not to you. I don't want to see you kids eating my berries." I knew the difference: In the fields behind my house, the berries belonged to themselves. At this lady's roadside stand, she sold them for sixty cents a quart.

Our children are not our possessions, Nora. They're loaned to us to raise and to be set free. From the time he could look up, he was determined to fly high and fast.

Marjolie closes her eyes. Takes a big shuddery breath. "Turns out, DommyJ's a collector. V cards. Like, is even in a competition with his

That guilt is a jealous lover.

Ever hear of finders keepers?

I can tell you truths. I cannot give you understanding. For how can one give what one does not possess? I have always told the truth.

Ethan trembled, waiting for the insanity to strike him from their level, medusan gazes. Nothing happened. After a moment, he unclutched the desk edge. Perhaps then the madness that possessed galactic men, slaves to these creatures, was something only transmitted in the flesh. Some incalculable telepathic aura? Bravely, he raised his eyes again to the figures in the screen. So. That was a woman -- two women, in fact.

For a magician, it is better to be possessed by the demon than ignored by him. Rabbi Lamed Ben Clifford

That night we danced, I marked you as mine and I made it stick. There wasn't a boy or a man on that lake that didn't know who you belonged to, and the minute there was even a whiff one of them was stepping over the line, they walked funny for a week.

Get you pretty ass ready and you might as well settle yourself to it. Because you are mine." His finger pointed imperiously toward her chest. "And you will stay mine.

She shuddered, convulsing beneath the whiplash of his tongue as the world dissolved around her. "Now." He moved before the last violent pulses stilled. He came over her body, catching his weight on his elbows, staring down at her with savage intensity as the bulbous head of his c#ck nudged against the sensitive opening of her pussy. "Now," he whispered again. "I make you my woman, Elizabeth. Now.

If there had been any doubt in her mind that John hadn't placed some emotional claim on her, then it was gone in that second. Pure male possession marked his kiss.