“You are mine,” he rasped. “Only ever mine. I accept all that you are, and we can be together.”

“You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.”

“We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!”

“But everyone in the world has a cross. Mine is mine, yours is yours: I only can make you conscious of your cross and, apart from that, you free yourself or not. This depends on you.”

“You can live your own life and I'll live mine
I will never try to keep you down
And even if I only see you some of the time
I'm just happy when you come around
And even if the sun don't shine
I'm warm enough when you're in these arms of mine
Just as long as we're together.”

“You are mine, but you are not mine. I am yours, but you hardly know it.”

“I haf von funny leedle poy
Vot comes schust to mine knee;
Der queerest schap, der createst rogue,
As ever you dit see.
He runs und schumps and schmashes dings
In all barts off der house:
But vot off dot? He vas mine son,
Mine leedle Yawcob Strauss.”

“I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.”

“no matter what bullshit you heard, hes still mine! he'll always be mine”

“How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.”