Quotes About Stolen

I want him and me in this stolen moment. Collecting heartbeats. Falling in love for the millionth time.

brains" are a form of capital which cannot be permanently depreciated through depressions, nor can this form of capital be stolen or spent.

We entertain the immortals in order that they might be persuaded to help us recover the strength and unity stolen from us by death.

Plagiarism is a crime of its first known definition, now lost and stolen.

Money might be the root of all evil, but two million in stolen cash was mainly a hernia risk.

He looked like a naughty child who had managed to steal the moon and eat it.

I evo, naišla je ova gor?ina, kojom mi se prese?e srce nadvoje, da me podseti na ono što sam, zagledan u nebo, zaboravio: da je hlebac koji jedemo ustvari ukraden; da smo za život koji nam je dat dužni zloj sudbini - grehu, taksiratu; da sesa ovoga sveta na onaj bolji ne može pre?i dok se kao zrela vo?ka ne otkine, ne poleti u bolnom i strmoglavom padu, i ne tresne o tvrdu zemlju. Valjda se i raju nosi modrica toga pada.

You bought something. You shopped!" "I didn't shop. I purchased what is likely stolen merchandise, or gray-market goods. It's potential evidence.

a queen in a fairy tale, left alone in her tower to mourn her lost, witch-stolen princess.

We're not thieves. We're repatriating money that rich Cubans stole from poor Cubans so it can be returned to the rich Cubans who stole it.

My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I've learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe with my innermost thoughts.

My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me.

I have never in my life typed a heart symbol. Those are for milquetoast girls. Karou will probably think my phone's been stolen – or possibly my body, by a lovelorn alien. I send the text anyway. This is what comes back: …who is this??

Major magical artifacts are big business and valuable as hell. Even the express courier companies won't insure them for full value. They're just too likely to be stolen.

You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes.

There's a full moon tonight, so everything is Peary and shadowy but visible. It gives me the feeling of something stolen, something I wasn't supposed to be able to see. Some treasure not normally mine.

Grief howls in a suburban street, wild as Demeter, who put the world to sleep, a mother in perpetual winter weeps for Persephone, her stolen child.

In Russia a man is called reactionary if he objects to having his property stolen and his wife and children murdered.

But there's something else you and I understand, or should. And that is that love is precious, and too often stolen away. You've got a chance to grab hold of it again. And I say lucky you.

This is Tracene Kane, HoloNet news reporter embedded with the New Republic Thirty-First. And I'd like to tell you about a friend of mine. A friend the Empire just stole from me.

It was a magnificent operation, from seed to bale, but not one of them could be prideful of their labor. It had been stolen from them. Bled from them. The tunnel, the tracks, the desperate souls who found salvation in the coordination of its stations and timetables—this was a marvel to be proud of. She wondered if those who had built this thing had received their proper reward.

The land she tilled and worked had been Indian land. She knew the white men bragged about the efficiency of the massacres, where they killed women and babies, and strangled their futures in the crib. Stolen babies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.

Even if the adults were free of the shackles that had held them fast, bondage had stolen too much time. Only the children could take full advantage of their dreaming. If white men let them.

It was a magnificent operation, from seed to bale, but not one of them could be prideful of their labor. It had been stolen from them. Bled from them.