stolen

There is nothing morally wrong with buying stolen goods, unless you know that they were stolen.

Having no applicable skills, in any possible area whatsoever, effectively makes me the master of redundancy. But that info is obsolete, like my insults dictionary, which I stole.

Everything you love has been stolen from you, Regan. Come with me and we__l steal it all back_ together, we__l make you whole again._ -KieronHanti

You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.

Children, language, lands: almost everything was stripped away, stolen when you weren__ looking because you were trying to stay alive. In the face of such loss, one thing our people could not surrender was the meaning of land. In the settler mind, land was property, real estate, capital, or natural resources. But to our people, it was everything: identity, the connection to our ancestors, the home of our nonhuman kinfolk, our pharmacy, our library, the source of all that sustained us. Our lands were where our responsibility to the world was enacted, sacred ground. It belonged to itself; it was a gift, not a commodity, so it could never be bought or sold. These are the meanings people took with them when they were forced from their ancient homelands to new places.

Ophelia was surprised by how easily she lied. She had two stolen keys in her pocket, and the lies were sliding off her tongue. Soon, she'd probably be shoplifting. She expected that was how it started.

Just because you have stolen someone's heart, luckily owned and occupied as a home, doesn't give you the audacity to enforce hurtful policies.

The grandeur of the thieving falsity is larceny, the fall of cities.

I__ never seen a man cry before, only on TV. I__ never even seen Dad close to crying. Those tears looked so odd on you. It was like the strength of you just seemed to sap away. The surprise of it stopped me from being so scared.