Emotional Ownership Quotes

A sick child is always the mother's property; her own feelings generally make it so.

I feel like a lyricist is somebody that writes their own lyrics. Now songwriters and lyricists are two totally different things. You can't really be a lyricist if you didn't write your lyrics. There's no passion, there's nothing in it coming from you. It's somebody else's feelings and you just taking it and running with it.

I want to feel what I feel. What's mine. Even if it's not happiness, whatever that means. Because you're all you've got.

When I write songs for myself it's really personal and I just can't have someone else singing it.

I love to sing and I do think that my strength as a singer is... I think I have a voice that is certainly sufficient under most any circumstances... but I think my strength is that I really am an actor and I really do have to own what I am saying.

There is no such thing as a crime of passion, only a crime of possession.

Owning your own feelings, rather than blaming them on someone else, is the mark of a person who has moved from contracted to expanded awareness.

I love 'Sweet Valley,' but I love it from a different angle. There are people for whom it is their adolescence. They own it, in a way that even I don't. I've come to respect the project more because of the response than I've had. It's more important than I realized it was. I didn't understand the breadth and depth of it. now I'm beginning to more.

Memories can be everything if we choose to make them so. But you are right: you mustn't do that. That is for me, and I shall do it.

I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine.

The same goes for envy, anger and insults - said the master. - When they are not accepted, they continue to belong to the one who carried them.

For that is love's nature that it lays claim to exclusive right and that all other claims are nil.

I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.

Handing over a bank note is enough to make a bicycle belong to me, but my entire life is needed to realize this possession.

We are the protagonists of our love story, not the spectators.

I've learned that I don't want to be as open or public about relationships anymore. In my first relationship, I thought I could hold on to the normalcy of just being like "Yeah, we're dating," just like if it were high school and I was telling my friends. But in high school, there aren't articles written everywhere when you break up and you don't have everyone in the school coming up to you and asking what happened or sharing their opinion with you. It didn't feel like ours anymore, it felt like everybody else's.

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.

They don't like the thought of someone else making demands on the person whom they see as belonging entirely to them.

I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn’t care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn’t care, because none of them would ever own him—own any larger piece of him than I now did.

Girl, I got my mind. And what goes on in it. Which is to say, I got me...my lonely is mine.

People see everything through a filter of them, of their own selves. And it's like, you can't be depressed because somehow that has something to do with me. And it's like - no, it doesn't. This is my brain. This is my body. These are my emotions. It's got nothing to do with you. You don't want me to get help for whatever reason you don't want me to get help. But I'm out here, and I need to get help.

However awful the storm of my disappointment, it's a response that belongs to me. It's my heart, after all. My territory, my kingdom. And since I'm the only one with the authority to surrender it, I can also take it back.

Once your writing is out there, you can't control how other people perceive it. All you can do is stand in your truth.

Now with my friend I desire not to share or participate, but to engross his sorrows, that, by making them mine own, I may more easily discuss them; for in mine own reason, and within myself, I can command that which I cannot entreat without myself, and within the circle of another.

The simple fact is, offense is taken, not given.