#possessiveness

Verily, a man should not cling to those who have passed, for he will likely neglect service to the living. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#death #grief #grieving #loss #loss-of-love

I spend a quarter of every day inside you. When you set limits outside of that I can't help but see them as arbitrary. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#possessiveness #sexy #sexy

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#love #possessiveness #love

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. ↗

— Holly Black

#possessiveness #love

You’re just going to have your fiancé as your chaperone, and he isn’t allowed to touch. And you, Mrs. Gavarreen will remain untouchable, until the moment you say, I do. ↗

— Lindsay Delagair

#love #possessiveness #wedding #love

Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years. ↗

— Simone Signoret

#love #marriage #possessiveness #love

I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me. ↗

— Samantha Young

#love #possessiveness #love

For God's sake, let's take the word 'possess' and put a brick round its neck and drown it ... We can't possess one another. We can only give and hazard all we have. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#jealousy #love #possessiveness #jealousy

Too bad,Elizabeth. You're Stuck with me.Not for a few decades,not for centuries. You're tied to me forever. That boy and girl offspring you talked off? They'll come from me--or no one. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#jealousy #love #possessiveness #jealousy

Pablo's many stories and reminiscences about Olga and Marie-Thérese and Dora Maar, as well as their continuing presence just offstage in our own life together, gradually made me realize that he had a kind of Bluebeard complex that made him want to cut off the heads of all women he had collected in his private museum. But he didn't cut the heads entirely off. He preferred to have life go on and to have all those women who had shared his life at one moment or another still letting out little peeps and cries of joy or pain and making a few gestures like disjointed dolls, just to prove there was some life left in them, that it hung by a thread, and that he held the other end of the thread. From time to time they would provide a humorous or dramatic or sometimes tragic side to things, and that was all grist to his mill. ↗

— Françoise Gilot

#relationships #relationship