the possession of [Theme] Page 3

Unless a man is able to appreciate the woman he has?

The conductor, I noticed, often behave in transport like you are in their possessions. "In my trolley so no one goes", they say proudly. "My... I... I'm telling you..."
As people want to own anything. How I want to own at least a trolley.

Look how low value
what we are trying to catch up
sometimes run:
in this life treacherous mortal
this before we lose
what do die.

Who has the small, the have less.

No, I do not half!
Me - give me the sky! Land all positive!
Seas and rivers, mountain avalanche
My not agree on the division!
No, life, I can't salesthese part.
All completely! I can do it!
I don't want a half of happiness
Neither half of grief do not want!
I just want half of the pillow,
Where gently pressed against my cheek,
A helpless star, a falling star,
The ring shimmers on your finger.

The main fun of owning something is the ability to share it with others.

And who belongs to each other? And that is all belong to each other? In this word there is nothing but a pathetic, hopeless illusion of an honest Burger!

Anything is better than nothing.

Sometimes the love is not generosity of spirit, and desire in whatever was to have those who like.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
Perhaps when we understand that you want to have it all, it's because we acutely feel that soon we will not want to have anything.

In this world nothing can have really: things are not durable, and we are not durable.
(In this world, in fact, cannot be owned, for ownership, and we are not stable enough.)

Never will understand what it means "enough" until you know what it means "excessively".

No possession, there is only being, only eager last breath, eager to choke the life.

Bad enough that she don't have what you want, but when others can't give what they want, this is quite sickening.