Quotes About Thief

She was in the middle of reading The Book Thief about a girl in Nazi Germany surviving something horrific.

Una navaja en el cuello. ¿La literatura o la vida?, preguntó el ladrón. Desde entonces no he vuelto a escribir nada. Supongo que estoy muerto.

For that very reason we must be careful not to transform clemency into a more generalized rule of justification. That is why (among other reasons) "the thief on the cross" is such a bogus argument for faith-only salvation. Not only was water baptism physically impossible at that moment, but what we were witnessing in that incident was clemency, not justification.

crecimos juntos, nos corrompimos juntos, la vida nos echó a perder. La llamaban «la ciudad de la eterna primavera», y a mí «el niño Jesús»: el niño Jesús resultó un demonio, y su Medellín –con tanta fábrica, con tanto carro, con tanto ladrón respirando– un infierno en verano.

You can call me a thief if you like, a thief of ceremonies

But when James Goodfellow hands over a hundred sous to a government official to receive no service for it or even to be subjected to inconveniences, it is as if he were to give his money to a thief. It

Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief. All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief.

Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone's asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there's darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.

What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.

The whole world was surprised by this war. We, the citizens of Yugoslavia, were even more surprised. When I think about it, I am still angry with myself. Is it possible that the war crept into our lives slowly, stealthily, like a thief? Why didn't we see it coming? Why didn't we do something to prevent it? Why were we so arrogant that we thought it could not happen to us? Were we really prisoners of a fairytale?

Charlie Woman... woe-man... whoooa-man. She was a thief, you got to believe, she stole my heart and my cat. Judy, Betty, Josie and those hot Pussycats... they made me horny, on Saturday morning... girls of cartoo-ins will leave me in ruins... I want to to be Betty's Barney. Jane... get me off this crazy thing... called love.

There's the appeal of the young thief who robs you, and climbs back down off your cloud. It's possible to love that boy, in a wistful and hopeless way. It's possible to love his greed and narcissism, to grant him that which is beyond your own capacities: heedlessness, cockiness, a self-devotion so pure it borders on the divine.

No reason to get excited,' the thief, he kindly spoke, There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

No reason to get excited The thief, he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hour is getting late

Now, I want you to know that while we watched You discover there was no one true Most ev'rybody really thought It was a childish thing to do Tears of rage, tears of grief Must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know We're so low And life is brief

Every artist is a cannibal/every poet is a thief/all kill for inspiration/and then sing about the grief.

Who was it that said a magician needs the subtlety of a Jesuit, the daring of a soldier and the wits of a thief? I believe it was meant for a insult, but it has some truth in it.

Business man or not, he had the soul of a thief.

I--buy, and I sell. You're a thief.

The tall thief rushed down the stairs and grabbed her, swinging her around as he laughed. And I've been thinkin' you forgot me, he said, placing her on her feet once more. Just look at you! Tan and fit and wearin' the clothes of a Bazhir- Alanna looked up into his friendly hazel eyes and broke into tears.

Move on, you cutpurse, move on.

stole the bank's money. You big fat cheater.

I'm a thief, not a prophet. Sometimes, we just have to be what the job requires.

The difference between a successful thief and a dead thief is knowing when to escape with your takings.