Quotes About Possession

What is not fully understood is not possessed.

He who possesses art and science has religion he who does not possess them, needs religion.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

What I possess, seems far away to me, and what is gone becomes reality.

Do not give in too much to feelings. A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.

Waste not a day in vain digression; with resolute, courageous trust seek every possible impression and make it firmly your posession you'll then work on because you must.

Whatever you cannot understand, you cannot possess.

Was ich besitze, seh ich wie im Weiten, Und was verschwand, wird mir zu Wirklichkeiten.

What I possess, I see far distant lying, And what I lost, grows real and undying.

I sometimes cannot understand how she can love another, how she dares love another, when I love nothing in this world so completely, so devotedly, as I love her, when I know only her, and have no other possession.

What a man does not understand, he does not possess.

What's left undone to-day, To-morrow will not do. Waste not a day in vain digression: With resolute, courageous trust Seize every possible impression, And make it firmly your possession; You'll then work on, because you must.

No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

There have been few things in my life which have had a more genial effect on my mind than the possession of a piece of land.

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

I own a well-used library card and not much else, though it is true I live in a grand house full of expensive, useless objects.

Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.

On the other hand, it's like we're three years old. You don't want that scruffy old teddy bear until your friend takes it and starts having a good time with it. Then suddenly it's the cutest bear you've ever seen, and you want to get it away from her.

For the old people in my family—Mummy, the aunties, Granddad—the accumulation of beautiful objects is a life goal. Whoever dies with the most stuff wins. Wins what? is what I'd like to know. I used to be a person who liked pretty things. Like Mummy does, like all the Sinclairs do. But that's not me anymore.

He seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.

For the old people in my family—Mummy, the aunties, Granddad—the accumulation of beautiful objects is a life goal. Whoever dies with the most stuff wins. Wins what? is what I'd like to know.

The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever