Edgar Cayce Quotes

No one owns anything. Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realize that nothing really belongs to them. And if nothing belongs to me, then there's no point wasting my time looking after things that aren't mine.

So how can you lose what you've never owned?

What belongs to someone, belongs to someone.

You can never loose a thing If it belongs to you.

What is true belongs to me!

No man can lose what he never had.

If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never yours to begin with.

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

The things that are ours cannot be given away, or taken away, or lost. We break our hearts, all of us, trying to keep things that do not belong to us — and to which we have no right.

Who are you?" I asked. "You know who I am," he replied. "I'm yours." ~Clea / Sage, pg. 105

The hardest thing about Berlin is letting it belong to other people.

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours. If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.

Once a book falls into our possession, it is ours, the same way children lay their claim: 'That's my book.' As if it were organically part of them. That must be why we have so much trouble returning borrowed books. It's not exactly theft (of course not, we're not thieves, what are you implying?); it's simply a slippage in ownership or, better still, a transfer of substance. That which belonged to someone else becomes mine when I look at it. And if I like what I read, naturally I'll have difficulty giving it back.

If you love something let it go.. if it comes back its yours

It's not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it's yours, and then be willing to let it go.

Each moment that passes changes you...You can't even own yourself. How can you ever hope to own anyone or anything else.

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.

I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.

Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

I want to feel that I own things.