Fat Joe Quotes

Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.

And I like to keep whatever is mine remaining that way. It's a funny little game to play and it's a slippery slope. I always say to myself I'm never going to give anything away because there's never any point or benefit for me.

If something is mine, then I want to keep it.

I keep what's mine, and I do not share.

I hate collectors, the ones who take something just for themselves.

I felt I was owned by possessions.

This avidity alone, of acquiring goods and possessions for ourselves and our nearest friends, is insatiable, perpetual, universal, and directly destructive of society.

Most men have always wanted as much as they could get; and possession has always blunted the fine edge of their altruism.

Man hoards himself when he has nothing to give away.

Anything you cannot relinquish when it has outlived its usefulness possesses you, and in this materialistic age a great many of us are possessed by our possessions.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

When you look at it that way, you can see how absurd it is that we individualize ourselves with our fences and hoarded possessions.

We think we own things, but the reality is, our things own us.

I'm constantly falling in love with objects, and they follow me around the world.

A lot of the projects I've been involved with have been my babies, and I'm not going to give my baby to anyone else.

I'm controlling over anything I create. I'm very precious about it.

A lot of people are obsessed with their possessions, but that's not right. It's OK to own a lot of things as long as you're willing to share them.

You’re mine, Isabeau. You’ll always be mine. Make no mistake about it. Whether you choose to forgive me and give us a second chance, or you don’t, you’ll be my only.

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.

Mr. Greed, why do you have to own everything that you see?

Fond pride of dress is sure a very curse

Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.

You have to be possessive about who you love