I don't think anybody steals anything; all of us borrow.
Anybody who rapes, and plunders, and enslaves, and steals, and drops hell bombs on people. . . anybody who does these things is nothing but a devil.
It's a poor artist who borrows--a good artist steals.
Talent imitates, but genius steals.
One who steals has no right to complain if he is robbed.
Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o'er sea or land we roam?
Talent imitates, genius steals.
Nothing steals God's glory more than worrying believers who are driven through life by fear
Time, by moments, steals away, First the hour, and then the day; Small the daily loss appears, Yet it soon amounts to years
A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.
Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!
I liked the scenes with the baby, but the baby steals all the scenes that you're in. So that would get old after a while, because the baby is too perfect. I liked being high on ecstasy.
In the hill country, civilization steals in last, and the people retain much of the crude but vigorous mode of expression of the colonial days and earlier.
Time talks behind our back. To our face it's friendly and logical, never hesitating to give more of itself. But when we're not looking, it steals our lives and says bad things about us to the parts of us it's stolen
Others, again, give us the mere carcass of another man’s thoughts, but deprived of all their life and spirit, and this is to add murder to robbery. I have somewhere seen it observed, that we should make the same use of a book, as a bee does of a flower; she steals sweets from it, but does not injure it; and those sweets she herself improves and concocts into honey. But most plagiarists, like the drone, have neither taste to select, nor industry to acquire, nor skill to improve, but impudently pilfer the honey ready prepared from the hive.
Sometimes opportunity knocks, but most of the time it sneaks up and then quietly steals away.
For me to write I have to be, a, alone, and b, know that nobody is going to question me. I write the way a thief steals; it's a little covert.
May Allah steal from you All that steals you from Him.
Man is a thief, an impudent thief! He steals honey from bees, eggs from chickens, milk from cows and life from the God!
Envy is one of the great enemies of active spirituality. It keeps us from loving our neighbours, from functioning with others in community, and from affirming people's unique worth. It also steals contentment from the heart. Is there anything or anyone you are envious of?