Quotes About Possessions

What if he wakes up before you get home and steals you blind? (Wayne) Steals what? My clothes won't fit him and I have nothing of any value. Not unless he likes my Peter, Paul, and Mary collection anyway. (Sunshine)

This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.

Everything from a lifetime's worth of collecting things. You know as we go through life, and something stays and ends up on your shelf and lives there until you die? Just those little things.

You can pretty much do it with anything. You can tell your life story with all the jeans you've worn, or every pair of shoes you've owned.

People who have few possessions cling tightly to those they have. That is one of the facts that make life so discouraging.

I suppose in a way most of my characters are non-consumers, not terribly interested in all the little baubles and artifacts of contemporary life.

To have little is to possess.

The more we try to ground our identities in external possessions or triumphs, the more we plaster our names on everything we can accumulate, the more we cling to surface and style, the less we find underneath.

I loved exceedingly to converse on religious subjects, indeed I took no pleasure in any worldly concerns, and found all worldly possessions vain.

The very idea that my time could be owned by someone else, monitored by a clock, and traded not for freedom but for money struck me as lunacy. Where did happiness factor in, and what about the desire for a meaningful life defined not by your possessions but by your experiences?

All mankind... being all equal and independent, no one ought to harm another in his life, health, liberty or possessions.

Sect. 4. TO understand political power right, and derive it from its original, we must consider, what state all men are naturally in, and that is, a state of perfect freedom to order their actions, and dispose of their possessions and persons, as they think fit, within the bounds of the law of nature, without asking leave, or depending upon the will of any other man.

So that God, by commanding to subdue, gave authority so far to appropriate: and the condition of human life, which requires labour and materials to work on, necessarily introduces private possessions.

The state of nature has a law of nature to govern it, which obliges every one: and reason, which is that law, teaches all mankind, who will but consult it, that being all equal and independent, no one ought to harm another in his life, health, liberty, or possessions:

As much land as a man tills, plants, improves, cultivates, and can use the product of, so much is his property.

To understand political power right, and derive it from its original, we must consider what state all men are naturally in, and that is, a state of perfect freedom to order their actions and dispose of their possessions and persons, as they think fit, within the bounds of the law of nature; without asking leave, or depending upon the will of any other man.

All you ever care about is money. That's all that matters to you! The only thing you understand is money, what a thing is worth in money.

Whatever you have lost there are more of, just not yours.

David Hume would put it even more vividly: all the other passions, including self-interest itself, have relatively minor effect on our lives, compared with the desire for property. "This avidity alone of acquiring goods and possessions for ourselves and our nearest friends is insatiable, perpetual, universal, and directly destructive of society .

the world of being is like this gravel: you think you own a car, a house, this blue-zigzagged shirt, but you just borrow these things. Yesterday, you constructed an aqueduct of dreams and stood at Gibraltar, but you possess nothing.

You would be surprised. There are people whose sense of identity at the end of life doesn't go beyond: I own this house; earn so much; have four children; drive this car; have so much in the bank and so on. Maybe such identity is not enough for you.

In my room, I looked around at all the pieces of my life, neat and tidy on their little shelves, my clothes and books and telephones, my shoes and hair barrettes, and tried to care about them. Mine, mine, mine. But they were only things, things that could have belonged to anyone.

All that I possess and use Is like the fleeting vision of a dream. It fades into the realms of memory, And fading, will be seen no more.

All the things they'd brought into this house; all of Elsie's things, packed up and taken away. A world delineated by this ebb and flow of items. The stuff of people's lives.