Quotes About Thief

What he was doing, creeping through the world like a thief – where he was going to, in secrecy – what he might be fleeing from – those questions also she didn't know the answer to. But she did know that only the Lords went beardless.

This is the real article. It is double-rectified busthead from Madison County, aged in the keg. A little spoonful would do you a power of good.' 'I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.' 'Oh, you wouldn't, would you?' 'No, I wouldn't.

Time is the only thief we can't get justice against.

Und ich dachte, dass die Zeit ein Dieb ist. Sie stiehlt uns alles. Zuerst gibt sie uns alles, aber dann müssen wir alles abliefern. Menschen, Begegnungen, Momente. So einfach ist das. So grausam ist das.

Had the aging widow been murdered by a jewel thief or by the strangler who had been prowling the Pacific Coast for months, preying on unwary landladies?

A freelance gangster and thief" (as Herbert Asbury describes him in his classic work The Gangs of New York), Hicks embarked on his criminal career at the age

Meditation is like the cloak of the good thief. You find a corner or somewhere where you can actually entertain your own self and your own soul, and understand what your work [is] here.

What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?

She would say 'Bucket moon' he would answer 'Ladle moon.' Night after night sky revealed a bitten moon, a butcher's moon, an apple moon, a thief's moon, a rabbit--- 'Rabbit moon?' 'Don't you see it?' 'I used to chase rabbits,' she had said, her voice sweet and tired.

The upshot of it was, that Rosanna Spearman had been a thief, and not being of the sort that get up Companies in the City, and rob from thousands, instead of only robbing from one, the law laid hold of her, and the prison and the reformatory followed the lead of the law.

From a labour point of view, there are practically three races, the Malays the Chinese and Tamils. By nature, the Malay is an idler, the Chinaman is a thief, and the Indian is a drunkard. Yet each, in his special class of work, is both cheap and efficient when properly supervised.

Listen, there's this little girl who makes herself laugh. You hear her from the other room, and when you try to get her to explain, she just says: 'Don't worry about it.' And maybe it's the thief in me, but I think this girl is mine, and that when she and I are around each other, we're giving each other something we've never had, or taking back something we've lost.

Anxiously, he touched the lump on his head again, then felt his injured leg, groaning. "The whole affair is a mystery to me," he said. "Who would want to steal anything from me?" "Perhaps a thief...?" ventured Julius.

É possível ofender uma pessoa honrada e uma mulher honrada, mas dizer a um ladrão que é um ladrão é apenas la constatation d'un fait.

An honest man and an honest woman may be insulted, but to tell a thief he's a thief is simply la constatation d'un fait.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear

Fear is a sneaky thief, stealing away precious moments of your life.

Most of the travelers, liars, thieves, and shameless personalities of the twentieth century are not tricksters at all, then. Their disruptions are not subtle enough, or pitched at a high enough level. Trickster isn't a run-of-themill liar and thief. When he lies and steals, it isn't so much to get away with something or get rich as to disturb the established categories of truth and property and, by so doing, open the road to possible new worlds.

To take so much punctuation in one hit initially sounds audacious, but perhaps the thief thought no one would notice as most readers never get that far into Ulysses—you will recall the theft of chapter sixty-two from Moby-Dick, where no one noticed?

Goddamn sneaking candy thief found my cache Peabody pursed her lips You had candy in the file cabilnet. she angled her head Under M? M for MINE damn it

I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances.

Every true poet is a monster. He destroys people and their speech. His singing elevates a technique that wipes out the earth so we are not eaten by worms. The drunk sells his coat. The thief sells his mother. Only the poet sells his soul to separate it from the body that he loves.

Someone had been digging. Someone had been looting. A pot hunter. A Thief of Time.

Hunger makes thief of any man.