possession

Until the House of Jacob (believers) live in fullness of their heavenly father in his presence, they will never possess their possession.The meat seller will keep begging for bone to eat. And the creature will keep waiting for manifestation of the sons of God.

Appreciation, not possession, makes a thing ours.

The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it is intolerable.

Buffy Summers: (to Spike) "I could NEVER be your girl!

Do I believe in demonic possession?My thinking is more aligned with 'demonization' in the context of Christianity & Spirit-filled believers, whereas I am quite certain an 'unbeliever' can possibly become 'possessed' by a demonic spirit('s).

Tom Farrell had always wished Hell on his boss. On New Years Eve... Hell sent someone.-Along For The Ride-

Oh no." I said panic rising in my chest. "No, no, no, Somebody get a can opener. I've got a god in my head!!

Whatever. I just won__ have Elena hurt, is all. Or the little red-headed witch._ __h, yes, sweet Bonnie. I wouldn__ mind one or two like her. One for Samhain and one for the Solstice.__amon snorted drowsily. __here aren__ two like her; I don__ care where you look. I won__ have her hurt either.

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.

The grasping mind holds on to everything _ beliefs, people, possessions _ so that it seems as though there is hardly any room to breathe.

Among all the modes by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate that blessed bane, there are few so efficacious as this gust of feverish agitation that sweeps over us from time to time. For then the die is cast, the person whose company we enjoy at that moment is the person we shall henceforward love. It is not even necessary for that person to have attracted us, up till then, more than or even as much as others. All that was needed was that our predilection should become exclusive. And that condition is fulfilled when _ in this moment of deprivation _ the quest for the pleasures we enjoyed in his or her company is suddenly replaced by an anxious, torturing need, whose object is the person alone, an absurd, irrational need which the laws of this world make it impossible to satisfy and difficult to assuage _ the insensate, agonising need to possess exclusively.

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.

Getting through life without a lot of money, possessions, and/or friends is admirable, especially if it is by choice.

To love in the sense of passion-love is the contrary of to live. It is an impoverishment of one's being, an askesis without sequel, an inability to enjoy the present without imagining it as absent, a never-ending flight from possession.

Know what__ worse than cold turkey? Just a little bump. One tiny sip to take the edge off. The edges never went away, they only got sharper. Every addict would tell you. Gray areas couldn__ exist in a sober environment.

I needed to channel the darkness that ran through my veins and embrace it. To play this game better than this man ever could have predicted. After all, I__ only been with him twice, and already I could see his weakness. His weakness was me.

I didn__ know what to say. What to do. I didn__ feel strong anymore. I felt like I couldn__ go on without him. He loved me fiercely. Obsessively. Rivalled only by the intensity which I felt for him. So why couldn__ we be together?

I__ not letting you go, baby girl. You need to accept that.