What is yours is mine, and all mine is yours.
What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.
What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine. [Lat., Quod tuum'st meum'st; omne meum est autem tuum.]
Men and women should own the world as a mutual possession.
I found powerful the idea that everything we have is, in effect, stolen from everybody else.
My beloved is mine and I am his.
Consider the standard two-person married couple. ... They will share a VCR, a microwave, etc. This is not a matter of ideology or even personal inclination. It is practically the definition of marriage. Marriage is socialism among two people.
These words are now mine, but soon they’ll be ours.
The property of the estate owners doesn't belong to any particular detachment, but to the people as a whole. Let the people take what they want.
Men rarely worry about using or being used because all relationships work that way. A man perceives himself as owning and being owned by a woman. 'Use' is a dirty word only when there's an imbalance in the relationship.
I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.
If I owned Gideon, he possessed me. I couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else.
I'm not threatening to kill myself. But you need to know this about me because—if you want to be my mate—I won't be like Leo. I won't let you sleep around with anyone else. I won't be forced either. I've had enough. If that makes me a dog in the manger, so be it. But if I am yours, then you damned well are going to be mine." - Anna to Charles
You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live.
They were connected, one being, fused together. She belonged to him, and he to her.
I've changed Sydney. It's my city, my people. I'm theirs. We belong to each other.
The success of a vision is determined by its ownership by both the leader and the people.
You can feel that he wants to own you - not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having. He lets you know that you already own him.
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.
She is mine, and I am hers.
One day we’ll go in together, and the work will be ours.
