I was reading this Toni Morrison novel yesterday, this speech is somewhat out of character ( the guy is a bigot and racist murderer ) but it's spoken to a woman who eventually dies of her broken heart for someone who won't love her, and resonates with me:
"You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was nothing without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning your whole life over to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can't value you more than you value yourself."