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Mine! There isn't any such thing as mine. The world slips slithering through my fingers.
Heru's chest burst
(He) feels (his) words reach him. They slide beneath his orange uniform and touch his bones.
The illusion of our.
Reichert offers us a Heracleitean stream of self-reflection into which we can step more than once, for
we can see ourselves empathically mirrored in it: his interiority is our own.
I'm his. It's such a relief to be someone's, to not have to be my own.
Hers to be his to be hers ad
infinitum, smoke smudging
the
bell of her throat. To what had
been or might've been her
thoughts migrated, cloth wall
he
pressed his hand against, he of
the indelicate embrace.
shoulders. Later, he'd
He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
There is only one way to be happy in this worldly life. Relinquish 'my' and go after [help to] people.
and presses them against his
Her. One word. A simple pronoun that seems like an entire vocabulary.
Choice or no, my heart is his.
his parents huffing after him;
Always. Only. Ever yours.-- Jillian Dodd
locked his fingers on the arm of his
telephone, "Myriam's not my wife! This - " he handed
Is that my boy?'
As sure as this is my girl!
eats most of his meals
I' is Absolute; it has been possessed by the ghosts of 'my'!
The only bone in my body he ever loved was his.
She's your Herald," Derek said. "That's your color. Blue for humanity."
My what?
He made a big show of moving a few feet to the side.
I looked at him.
"In case your head explodes," he said helpfully.
Her always is mine
The word is half his that speaks, and half his that hears it.
himself: after the locomotive
and all his smiles belong to her and her alone.
His and hers?" "No," he says. "I don't care which, but make sure there's no difference in the plates. I'd rather the chef not know which is mine." The waiter nods and disappears as I regard Naz curiously. "Why don't you want the chef to know?" "Because if he knows which is mine, he might poison it.
Mine," Shane said. "Move away."
HIS? Oh, I am so yours Shane Maxton.
I'm your's. If you'll have me, I'm your's -Dark (Harry Styles fanfic)
I'm my beloved's and my beloved is mine.
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.
You can't give away what's mine.
She is sunshine, she is light...she is his.
bursts into his back just as he tries to bring his
I get the Reese's candy bar. You look at that, there's an apostrophe-s there. That means the candy bar is his. I didn't know that. Next time you're eating a Reese's candy bar, and a guy named Reese comes by and says, "Gimme that", you better hand it over.
There's only one thing I'm going to call you. Mine.
She was his as surely as if he'd branded his name on her skin.
his heart going hard.
mean it wouldn't be the first time a man's
God take care of him, because he's my past and my future
His time's forever, everywhere his place.
Yours always, Mine Forever.
[Heraclitus had] the highest form of pride [stemming] from a certainty of belief in the truth as grasped by himself alone. He brings this form, by its excessive development, into a sublime pathos by involuntary identification of himself with his truth.
A where's honest
I shook my head at his
They took him, although he loved me, and would have made me his. I wanted to be his.
Someone's.
Anyone's.
And my bleak heart became a little more his.
(his cat he calls her, but she owns him not)
of his fingers and the little egg
I know mine own!Mine-- A.r. Braun
All which is regarded as 'my', belongs to the non-Self. 'I' is the Self and 'my' is of the non-Self; it is pudgal, the body-complex. There is nothing wrong with saying 'this is mine' in the worldly interactions, but the 'I', 'who am I?', must be decided from within.
This is the last time you'll read the phrase "his or her" or "he or she"; from this point on, I'll use one or the other pronoun and assume you understand that any sex could apply.
Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They're mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions - mine.
"Mine," he repeated when she sighed heavily. "No one else's."
Silence. Only the warm wetness of her tears dampening his shirt.
It broke his heart.
He's male. I've noticed that sometimes the brains simply get left out of the package.
He that is choice of his time will be choice of his company, and choice of his actions.
He is my vulnerability
None saies his Garner is full.
His injury the gaoler to his pity.
When you have made a catalogue of your friend's faults it is only fair to supply him with a duplicate, so that he may know yours.
There's only one thing I don't love about him. Her.
Myrddin', I said gently, 'what is she to you?'
His head whipped round and he glared at me. His mouth was a grimace of revulsion, and his eyes were hard, bright points of pain. 'She is my death
When he turns to go, the perfumer's
Hee that keepes his owne makes warre.
Unfaithfully our, Time
Anymore, no one's mine is their own.
It's a sad day when Myrnin is the safe choice, she thought. Apparently, he thought so, too, because he gave her a long, troubled look before pressing his thumb to a glass plate inside the room and opening the door.
He let her nipple slide out of his mouth. She pulled him back, but he was more interested in running his gaze over the sheen of wetness on her breast, wetness he had caused. A surge of possessiveness gripped him by the throat. Yes, she was most definitely his ...
The press of his body on hers brought
A man's Self is the sum total of all that he can call his, not only his body and his psychic powers, but his clothes and his house.
We need to have a talk on the subject of what's yours and what's mine.
I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.
in his memory, Instagrams really, because
An individual chooses and makes himself.
His love, his heart, Sir Christian Brandon.
As long as the egoism is alive, 'my-ness' remains within the self.
Stupid male ego.
steps outside the front door when her
I' means the Self and 'my' means what belongs to the self. All that is 'my' is acquisition [parigrah]. You should keep [only] whatever acquisition you are able to carry.
I don't know why you care.
He doesn't even know you're there
There's a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.
Remember when you said "Mine?" and I said "Forever". You said "Only forver?" It's forever, now.
their arrangement with
This one's mine. I've claimed him. And he's wearing my talisman to keep him safe.
The creative impulses of man are always at war with the possessive impulses.
Oh, how I wish I was a woman - his woman.
You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.
It does not pay to be
possessive of a man determined to remain free.
When you say "I" and "my" too much, you lose the capacity to understand the "we" and "our".
Him, trying to do the same.
Your what?"
"He keeps saying he's my brother. That he's come to take me with him."
"Just ... try and figure it out ok? I've got family issues of my own to deal with.
I cannot afford to have one thought in my mind that is not in His
Whose little boy are you?
But he was not hers; he was not anybody's. Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and push away.
tits. He couldn't handle himself any longer and he put his
muttered. "Your husband
Losing his hair. Ms. Chase and me,
As soon as you start talking about mystique, you have none.
Let each of us examine his thoughts
My share, it should be lost.
back, to feel the reality of his