Kristen Stewart Quotes

Liking is probably the best form of ownership, and ownership the worst form of liking.

Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!

Falling in love is like owning a dog.

Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that constitutes the strength of an attachment.

Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.

You own a piece of me," he murmurs as he holds me afterward. "Good," I tell him. "And just so you know… I'm never giving it back.

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.

How folks lay claim to a loved one is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.

Between what a man calls me and what he simply calls mine the line is difficult to draw. We feel and act about certain things that are ours very much as we feel and act about ourselves.

A certain type of man, when he loves for the first time, his love is not really love, it is possession. Possessions don't have rights or feelings; they are something to owned and controlled. He had spent more than a year trying to do just that, and failing.

Isn't it possible, he wondered, for one person to love another without trying to own each other? Or is that buried so deep in our genes that we can never get it out? Territoriality. My wife. My friend. My lover. My outrageous and annoying computer personality who's about to be shut off at the behest of a half-crazy girl with OCD on a planet that I never heard of and how will I live without [her] when she's gone?

Home," he repeated. "Home is where the heart is. Why don't you leave yours here? I'll take very good care of it.

Those that we love never alter, unless we cease to love them.

He that loveth maketh his own the grandeur he loves

Thinking of objects, attachment to them is formed in a man. From attachment longing, and from longing anger grows.

I've been on the road for four years. I won't recognise the place again, until I walk out on stage.

I love acting and really taking on another person, another life.

He greatly valued his possessions, chiefly because they were his, and derived genuine pleasure from contemplating a painting, a statuette, a rare lace curtain - no matter what - after he had bought it and placed it among his household gods.

To be honest, I think I'd become a bit selfish with memories of my father. I wanted to hug them close to me.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.

I know I don't own Big Bird, but I own his soul, I feel.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

I love to act because I love trying on other people's skin.

I love to personalize things. I love to make things my own. I like to name everything - from cars to iPhones to the socks I just lost.