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Property is theft. Nobody "owns" anything. When you die, it all stays here.
From The Auction
I left my home with unencumbered will
And all the rubbish of confusion sold.
A little water clears us of this deed.
No one can take what is rightfully due to you. You can never possess anything which is rightfully not yours
Your ideas about possession must increase until you get to a state of full possession of the land, city and nation
It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.
Estate in two parishes is bread in two wallets.
A fellow oughtn't to let his family property go to pieces.
Look round, the wrecks of play behold; Estates dismember'd, mortgaged, sold! Their owners now to jails confin'd, Show equal poverty of mind.
Ownership is not a vice, not something to be ashamed of, but rather a commitment, and an instrument by which the general good can be served.
The land belongs to the people who work it,
Trust is earned by many deeds, and lost by only one.
There is no such thing as the Queen's English. The property has gone into the hands of a joint stock company and we own the bulk of the shares!
The most valuable land in the world is the graveyard. In the graveyard are buried all of the unwritten novels, never-launched businesses, unreconciled relationships, and all of the other things that people thought, 'I'll get around to that tomorrow.' One day, however, their tomorrows ran out.
The man who is not permitted to own is owned.
love without ownership
To lose what we never owned might seem an eccentric Bereavement but Presumption has its Affliction as actually as Claim
So much for land ownership, Henry thinks; it's a modern myth. You can buy and sell rights to use the land; you can't actually own it. He tries to remember who said, the land doesn't belong to you, you belong to the land; the author was certainly Native American, but he can't pin down the source.
Contented poverty is an honorable estate.
To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself.
This is the strange undoing of a collection, of a house and of a family. It is the moment of fissure when grand things are taken and when family objects, known and handled and loved, become stuff.
The deed is everything; the fame is nothing.
The house shows the owner.
A man may keep a woman, but not his estate.
Property has its duties as well as its rights.
My friends are my estate.
To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.
Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend.
The property of the estate owners (pomeshchiks) doesn't belong to any particular detachment, but to the people as a whole. Let the people take what they want.
What is this you call property? It cannot be the earth, for the land is our mother, nourishing all her children, beasts, birds, fish and all men. The woods, the streams, everything on it belongs to everybody and is for the use of all. How can one man say it belongs only to him?
A lawyer's dream of heaven: every man reclaimed his property at the resurrection, and each tried to recover it from all his forefathers.
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.
Take to the study of the law. Possession is nine points of it, which thou hast of me. Self-possession is the tenth ...
To bear and not to own; to act and not lay claim; to do the work and let it go: for just letting it go is what makes it stay.
[Property] is a brilliant, chillingly revelatory piece of fiction, a work of craft, economy and such good merciless observation-one of those rare, crucial novels illuminating a history we think we know and understand so that after we've read it we'll never forget its truths.
Homes-the very idea of homeownership-evoke a strong emotional reaction in all of us.
The whole title by which you possess your property, is not a title of nature but of a human institution.
True ownership can come only from within. It comes from a disdain for anything or anybody that impinges upon your mobility, from a confidence in your own decisions, and from the use of your time in constant pursuit of education and improvement.
In order to possess what you do not possess, you must go by the way of dispossession.
This estate is called a Phoenix. It's not a municipal venture, it's a social rebirth, a statement of a sincere belief that decent conditions make a decent community, and I'm
The process of facing and selecting our possessions can be quite painful. It forces us to confront our imperfections and inadequacies and the foolish choices we made in the past.
Our possessions don't own us any more, because we don't possess them.
Hee that lies long a bed, his estate feeles it.
You shouldn't claim the land alone but also take on responsibilities and change the land
I felt I was owned by possessions.
Belong to me, Story. Even if it's just for a little while.
The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a wife's spirits.
All I'm saying is that, unless you're immortal, nothing can really belong to you. The best you can hope for is to hold something for a while, but in the end you've got to give it back.
A power to dispose of estates for ever is manifestly absurd. The earth and the fulness of it belongs to every generation, and the preceding one can have no right to bind it up from posterity. Such extension of property is quite unnatural.
entailment of the family estates, but envisaged for himself
There is no ownership. There is only stewardship.
The phrase public office is a public trust, has of last become common property.
He has the deed half done who has made a beginning.
We will take the good-will for the deed.
Whoever acts right is rich in deed
Sexual intercourse vests no property rights.
Do not lose your knowledge that man's proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind, and a step that travels unlimited roads
Now it's your land. But it's important, at least to me,that you remember that it's not just your land. There is a history. Now you're part of it. Good night. And off they go.
Possessions are usually diminished by possession.
When we marry, we are authorized to take possession of the other person, body and soul.
There can be to the ownership of anything no rightful title which is not derived from the title of the producer and does not rest upon the natural right of the man to himself.
We all belong to ourselves, until we have children. Then our children lease us for as long as they want.
The contents of a house can trigger all sorts of revisions to family history.
The deed is nothing. It is the thought that breeds fear; and we achieve little by lingering.
Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession.
I can't do nothing. Just put it off. And that don't do no good. I reckon it belong to me. I reckon what I going to get ain't no more than mine.
How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal what was given as a gift. Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish.
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.
The people of England well know that the idea of inheritance furnishes a sure principle of conservation and a sure principle of transmission, without at all excluding a principle of improvement.
How marvelous, wide and broad is my Inheritance! Time is my property, my estate is time.
The possession and the enjoyment of property are the pledges which bind a civilised people to an improved country.
Ultimately what remains is a story. In the end, it's the only thing any of us really owns.
There is nothing which so generally strikes the imagination and engages the affections of mankind, as the right of property.
Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.
Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.
A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.
Everything becomes yours when we learn to long and love for everything.
The possession of wealth is, as it were, prepayment, and involves an obligation of honor to the doing of correspondent work.
Homesteading is gone.
There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously removes or at least alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.
If you don't own a train company then you go and paint on one instead ... it all comes from that thing at school when you had to have name tags in the back of something ... that makes it belong to you. You can own half the city by scribbling your name over it.
Property has ever been a fluid concept
just ask the wife of the Wall Street speculator who writes her party invitations on Marie Antoinette's escritoire.
The history of the meadow goes like this. No one owns it, no one ever will.
To inherit property is not to be born - it is to be still-born, rather.
My father owned a small piece of land. He carried it with him wherever he went.
The land doesn't know who owns it. It was here before owners, and will be here after, content with itself in all seasons.
A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.
There is, of course, a gold mine or a buried treasure on every mortgaged homestead. Whether the farmer ever digs for it or not, it is there, haunting his daydreams when the burden of debt is most unbearable.
It feels like I've just conceded a little bit of my soul. But Des has been collecting pieces of my soul since the night I took my father's life. As far as I'm concerned, he can have it; I know he'll take good care of it. Des's
Nine-tenths of human law is about possession.
Unlocking the treasuries of real home love and mutual helpfulness, which the poorest may possess, and the richest cannot buy.
Let not the titles of consanguinity betray you into a prejudicial trust; no blood being apter to raise a fever, or cause a consumption sooner in your poor estate, than that which is nearest your own.
They say, they own a piece of land. I say, you don't even own your own body.
My inheritance how lordly wide and fair;
Time is my fair seed-field, to Time I'm heir.
I do think it is the hardest thing in the world, that your estate should be entailed away from your own children; and I am sure, if I had been you, I should have tried long ago to do something or other about it. Jane and Elizabeth tried to explain to her the nature of an entail.
Intention is power. Intention is ownership. Intention is commitment. Intention is magic.
There is no possession, no possession is.
P.C.M. Hermans
September 27, 2016
Gift of the Real Estate Gods.
The spirit of property doubles a man's strength.
My land is where my dead lie buried.