thief

Through the grace of a thief, one can become a thief and through the grace of a Gnani [the enlightened one], one can become a Gnani [the enlightened one].

You don't necessarily need atomic bombs to destroy a nation. Politicians who value their pockets than the life of citizens always do that every day.

Leaders will love to be poor and see their people rich, than to be rich and see their people poor. This is their mission.

At that level through out the 18th century, another vision of admirable behavior persisted. The mob did not want the smooth conformable man, the slick hypocrite who could so politely maneuver his way into the rewards of high politics and high society. They wanted his very opposite, the clever thief. The man who thrived not by using the well oiled wheels of society but by opposing them and cheating them; by attending to the well-being of his own heroic self.

Cruel people are not only people who kill innocent people with guns. Individuals who steal from government coffers to enrich themselves at the expense of the poor are grossly cruel.

The greatest thieves are not caught. Not because it__ not known that they are thieves but because you cannot accuse them of robbery and live. These thieves are praised as national heroes and liberators or as successful entrepreneurs.

You shouldn't panic so much," Siris said. "You'll never be a good thief if you panic.

Some kleptomaniacs do not steal things only; they also, while some only, steal lovers.

Here is a tragicomic reality of all the regimes: People work hard to feed their thief politicians, their thief kings and thief queens or their thief presidents! And therefore the tragicomic reality of all the times is this: There can exist no thieves without the support of people!

Fear is a lethal killer of dreams, the greatest cancer that has beset passion, and a ruthless thief of lives stolen and buried in the decay of lives squandered. Yet the greatest tragedy of all is that the fear that destroys us is rarely the monster it pretends to be, nor does it possess anything close to the power that we grant it. Therefore, it is only a killer, a cancer and a thief because we empower it to be so.

He went through the bills with the jaundiced eye of a China trader, asking himself not whether he had been stolen from, but where the theft had occurred. If he couldn__ find it, that would suggest his factor back home in Shanghai was either cleverer or more honest than he had thought, and Crane didn__ think he was particularly honest.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

You clumsy wench__ods above! Are you trying to rob me, girl?_ The nobleman seizes my wrist and yanks it from his pocket. My hand comes up with the pipe clenched in it. I stare at him, horrified.__ . . ._____l have your head for this!_ the man rages. ____l have you whipped!_***__ got the pipe,_ I say, holding it up.He stares for a minute, blinking, and then bursts into laughter. A few curious deer stick their heads through the shrubs to see what the racket is. Aladdin doubles over, laughing loud enough to startle birds from the trees overhead, and after a moment, I start laughing too. I haven__ laughed this hard in a long, long while, and it feels wonderful. We sit on the grass and laugh until our faces are red and we__e out of breath.__ou are the worst thief I have ever seen,_ declares Aladdin.__ don__ know what you__e talking about. I got it, didn__ I?___y grandmother could pick pockets better than that! Though that__ not quite fair; my grandmother was the best pickpocket in Parthenia. She taught me all her tricks. Drove my mother crazy.

Procrastination is the thief of time.

It was the first time I saw the look on the face of the people I robbed: it was ugly. I was the cause of such ugliness, and the only thing that made me feel was a cruel pleasure which, I thought, was bound to transfigure my own face, to make me resplendent. I was then 23 years old. From that moment on, I felt capable of advancing in cruelty.

Its Vermeer"Kat turned to the boy who lingered in the doorway. "It's stolen""What can I say?" Hale eased behind her and studied the painting over her shoulder. "I met a very nice man who bet me he had the best security system in Istanbul." His breath was warm on the back of her neck. "He was mistaken.

If a thief and an immoral society finds a thief and an immoral political leader, it will support him to the death!

Little thieves get shot, but great ones escape._ Kelly Oliver, WOLF: A Jessica James Mystery