Stolen kisses are always sweetest.

— Leigh Hunt

Since when has bringing stolen money to churches for Pastor’s blessings become a Nigerian norm?

— Sunday Adelaja

Children, language, lands: almost everything was stripped away, stolen when you weren’t 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.

— Robin Wall Kimmerer

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.

— Pramoedya Ananta Toer

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

— A.M.M Alusi

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.

— Anthony T. Hincks

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.

— Alyse M. Gardner

What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?

— W. Clement Stone

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

— Lucy Christopher

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.

— Lucy Christopher