stolen

I have loved many men, but only one in real life. All of the other men who have ever stolen my heart in more than friendship, are in books.

This time I read the title of the painting: Girl Interrupted at Her Music. Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever they would be or might have been. What life can recover from that?

You cannot let the darkness overcome the light.

Stolen moments_ create a feeling of enjoyment in our __ntensive time_ awareness. The glow and the intensity of those instants can guide us throughout a whole lifetime. They can expose a second or a third dimension of the daily events and shed an expounding light on all the little details we encounter. ("Stolen moments" )

I stole the very shiniest words and hoarded them all up until they made something worth having.

She'd stolen my car.She'd stolen my dog.She'd stolen all my money.But if she had only asked, I would have given her it all, because when I first met her, she'd stolen my heart.

There comes a moment when we must choose how we__e going to love someone. Some forms of love leave a sweet memory once they__e gone, others leave scars. But there are forms that when stolen, destroy part of who we are__ove that transforms us.

What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?

Whatever lies in the soul, can never be stolen.

Stolen kisses are always sweetest.

If you're heartless, try not to steal someone else's

If I did sales - my technique would be to hand-seal each deal with gourmet omelets, by Jarod Kintz's secret invisible recipe that I stole.

I flow like a butter in the nailed pan I stole. I also kept the nail, to polish and use as a means of teleportation.

Since when has bringing stolen money to churches for Pastor__ blessings become a Nigerian norm?

You moved my head so that it was lying in your lap. "Keep your eyes open," you said. "Stay with me."I tried. It felt like I was using every muscle in my face. But I did it. I saw you from upside down, your lips above my eyes and your eyes above my lips. "Talk to me," you said. My throat felt like it was closing up, as if my skin had swollen, making my throat a lump of solid flesh. I gripped your hand. "Keep watching me, then," you said. "Keep listening.

Is that not the Promethean fable, that the fire stolen from the gods will light men their way even while it burns their hands?

When Everything you've had is stolen from you, all you have left is REVENGE

As hard as my life has been I have no desire for revenge. If I wish for anything it is for all the things that have been stolen from my life to be returned to me.