Quotes About Thief

The tide, you see, is a fickle thing: stealing in, sliding away, always, always turning. She comes when you're not looking, a silent, liquid thief, only to rush away again, retreating from the shore like a coward. She gives sometimes too, though in fleeting, unexpected moments, yielding up her treasures and her dead--but never, ever her secrets.

Even a burglar hesitates to go back for more.

I'm a cat burglar.

Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours," muttered Locke, pointing the first two fingers of his left hand into the darkness. The Dagger of the Thirteenth, a thief's gesture against evil. "Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend." "Bless the Benefactor," said Jean, squeezing Locke's left forearm. "Peace and profit to his children.

What thief does not fight to hold what he has?" "One that has something better," said Locke.

What thief does not fight to hold what he has?" "One that has something better," said Locke. "The stealing was more the point for us than the keeping; if the keeping had been so fine, we would have found something to fucking do with it all.

Master Thorn... you have a curiously tender heart, for a thief of your appetites." "I'm a sworn brother of the Nameless Thirteenth, the Crooked Warden, the Benefactor," said Locke. "I'm a priest.

Heavens," said Galdo in a deep, dramatic voice, "only one man living could have squeezed forth such a gleaming brown jewel—this is the work of Squatting Calo, the Midnight Shitter!

Blessed is the one who aids a thief, hides a thief, revenges a thief, and remembers a thief, for they shall inherit the night.

What thief does not fight to hold what he has?" "One that has something better" - Locke Lamora to the Gray king

You have more chances of giving birth to a live hippopotamus," said Requin, "than the best thief alive has of making it past the cordon drawn around my vault.

I just want nice, neat little jobs from you, Lamora. I want a purse here, a sausage there. I want you to swallow your ambition, shit it out like a bad meal, and be a circumspect little teaser for about the next thousand years. Can you do that for me? Don't rob any more yellowjackets. Don't burn any more taverns. Don't start any more fucking riots. Just pretend to be a coarse-witted little cutpurse like your brothers and sisters. Clear?

Shame is a pillaging thief, one that robs us of dignity, freedom, and joy.

Every time thief steals, he steals from his own peace, from his own honour! No man is as poor as a rich thief!

Even the best thief in the world can't steal time.

Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?

Procrastinatio n is still the thief of time.

I am willing to be a literary thief if it has so been ordained; I am even willing to be caught robbing the ancient dead alongside of Hopkinson Smith, for he is my friend and a good fellow, and I think would be as honest as any one if he could do it without occasioning remark; but I am not willing to antedate his crimes by fifteen hundred years. I must ask you to knock off part of that.

I saw the book thief three times.

The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.

Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.

A statue of the book thief stood in the courtyard... it's very rare, don't you think, for a statue to appear before it's subject has become famous?