Ira Gershwin Quotes

It never fails - you get in the bath and there's a rub at the lamp

Possessions. The very word is potent - suggestive as it is of ownership both material and erotic. To possess. Possession. Possessed.

In what then does real power consist? The answer is short and plain—in property.

…property in fact generally confers power, though the possessor of it may not have much more wit than a mole or a mugwash…

I want all the titles.

He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine.

You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I willna let ye go

Just think, that man can claim a slice of the sun.

Magic is the cheat codes for the world.

mine, adj. Belonging to me if I can hold or seize it.

The more developed sexual passion, in both sexes, is very largely an emotion of power, domination, or appropriation. There is no state of feeling that says mine, mine, more fiercely.

What is it about possessing things? Why do we feel the need to own what we love, and why do we become jerks when we do? We've all been there- you want something, to possess it. By possessing something you lose it. You finally win the girl of your dreams, the first thing you do is change her. The little things she does with her hair, the way she wears her clothes or the way she chews her gum. Pretty soon what you like, what you changed, what you don't like, blends together like a watercolor in the rain.

Are you mine?” Yes. “Are you mine?” Yes. “Are you mine?” No. “No?” No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.

And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.

It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.

Al's red eyes slid past me to Pierce. "Play?" he said, his voice dripping with interest. "Gordian Nathaniel Pierce's quirks are legendary. Why do you think I want the runt so badly? Size truly doesn't matter if you can do what he can." ~ Algaliarept, Black Magic Sanction, Kim Harrison

AXIOM. — Property is the Right of Increase claimed by the Proprietor over any thing which he has stamped as his own.

Whoever controls the territory possesses it.

It begins with absence and desire. It begins with blood and fear. It begins with a discovery of witches.

How is it possible for one to own the stars?" "To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly. "I don't know. To nobody.

The best belongs to me and mine; and if we are not given it, we take it: the best food, the purest sky, the most robust thoughts, the fairest women!

I want to feel that I own things.

Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now.

"See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. 'It's mine."