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Thievery is for the civilized. It is what laws protect us from. I am a wild beast of no laws and no society. I want no laws. I want no more civilized things.
Some have lavish garments, carry sharp swords, and feast on food and drink. They possess more than they can spend. This is called the vanity of robbers. It is certainly not the Way.
Thievery is what unregulated capitalism is all about.
You call it getting robbed, I call it food delivery.
I don't steal things. I'm rich.
Some people steal to stay alive, and some steal to feel alive. Simple as that.
One should steal only where one cannot rob.
They pried into the most secret recesses, ransacked every depository of papers, broke open every lock, and enjoyed the twofold gratification of curiosity and destruction.
the remnants of wars
What do you steal?" "Pride," the man said, leaning forward. "And occasionally boredom,
The roads are filled with armed robbers, and murders for mere plunder are of daily occurrence.
You know what I do? I steal things. Fuck 'em! I grab a handful of candy bars and six magazines and head for the gate.
Stolen from someone. Like they stole everything. Occupied. I was occupied. I disappeared.
Stealing regular stuff was no fun. She wanted a real challenge. Over the last two years, she'd picked the most difficult places to enter. Then she'd snuck in.
And eaten their dinners.
The German organized plundering, planned it, disciplined it, and made it official just as he organized everything else, and then he compiled the most meticulous records to show that he had done the best job of looting that was possible under the circumstances. And we have those records.
People convince themselves that they have been robbed when they have not, in fact, been robbed. Such thinking comes from a wretched allegiance to the notion of scarcity - from the belief that the world is a place of dearth, and that there will never be enough of anything to go around.
No matter how worthy the cause, it is robbery, theft, and injustice to confiscate the property of one person and give it to another to whom it does not belong.
Don't lose a treasure while looking for trash.
You stole from a member of the undead
Occult Theft,
Theft which hides itself even from itself, and is legal, respectable, and cowardly,
corrupts the body and soul of man, to the last fibre of them. And the guilty Thieves of Europe, the real sources of all deadly war in it, are the Capitalists
Sometimes a proper thief doesn't just take. He leaves something behind.
I recover my property wherever I find it.
This question of legal plunder must be settled once and for all, and there are only three ways to settle it: (1) The few plunder the many. (2) Everybody plunders everybody. (3) Nobody plunders anybody.
Some people, when there's a threat of everything they have being ripped away at a moments notice, they place value on the things they can keep with them, or find anywhere, so they can say 'these are my things, nobody else can touch them.'
Every community is a gull gliding over a sea of spite, eager for carrion, all too ready to steal, and all too quick to squawk when stolen from.
Just say no to pillaging.
Why would anyone steal a shopping cart? It's like stealing a two-year-old.
For decades, museums in America, Europe, and elsewhere had been buying recently looted objects from a criminal underworld of smugglers and fences, in violation of U.S. and foreign law.
It is a tradition among our desert tribes. A man may borrow what he needs. Stealing is crime.
And of storehouses and of freight-trains - destruction
They took lots of things they had no right to.
I like thieves. Some of my best friends are thieves. Why, just last week we had the president of the bank over for dinner.
Some stories, my property, have been stolen. Someone's appropriated them. It's an illicit act. It's unfair. Suppose you had a coat you liked, and somebody went into your closet and stole it. That's how I feel.
In human history, the desire for revenge and the desire for loot have often been closely associated.
Be occupied, then, with what you really value and let the thief take something else.
Legal plunder has two roots: One, as we have just seen, is in human selfishness; the other is in false philanthropy.
It is not theft, properly speaking, to take secretly and use another's property in a case of extreme need: because that which he takes for the support of his life becomes his own property by reason of that need
We are the victims of the world's most comprehensive robbery. Life demands a balance. It's all right if we do a little robbing now.
Our material possessions, like our joys, are enhanced in value by being shared. Hoarded and unimproved property can only afford satisfaction to a miser.
Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own.
You are not going to loot a candy shop in the middle of a war!
Dad once asked me, "Oh Deana, baby, who'd want to steal from me?"
Well, Dad, the answer is everyone.
All, all is theft, all is unceasing and rigorous competition in nature; the desire to make off with the substance of others is the foremost - the most legitimate - passion nature has bred into us and, without doubt, the most agreeable one.
Do you know why a vandal is worse than a thief?' asked the man on the right, in a soft growl. 'A thief steals a treasure from its owner. A vandal steals it from the world.
Greeders who plunder and steal from their people - not only steal their supporters and their childrens' future, but they also smash their mindsets and create learned helplessness that ensures people stay small.
Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief s.
I will not only not steal, but I will run after thieves.
Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it. The thieves, the thieves, the filthy little thieves. Where are they with my Precious? Curse them! We hates them.
Sneaking out the back door to hand out with those hoodlum friends of mine.
Some kind of internecine conflict, over the spoils.
If there is something to steal, I steal it.
Crime isn't that complicated. People steal because taking something gives them something. If they're not in it for the money, they're in it for the control. The act of taking, breaking the rules, makes them feel powerful. They're in it for the sheer defiance.
I share the streets with aimlessly moving scraps of paper and little whirlwinds of dust, with motes that pass like erratic thieves under eaves and through doors.
Hundreds of butts in piles on the ground to mark the spot, their lives sucked out of them by their users in panicked distressed frenzy, their souls floating around the insides of lungs while their outsides were dropped, stamped on and deserted
the poor don't have much in the way of money or possessions to steal - so it turns out that the most profitable thing to steal is the whole person.
Sank or plundered. The sums are the scoundrel's share,
I've been robbed once already. I won't let it happen again. It's only my cat they managed to kill twice. No-one will ever again steal my belongings, or my peace of mind.
Is it stealing if you steal from another thief?
The clatter of a changing world is not pleasant, and those who have enjoyed the comforts and protection of the old order may be shocked and unhappy when they behold the vigorous young builders of a new world sweeping away their time-honored antiquities.
These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.
You can't steal from thieves.
The table robbes more then a thiefe.
Possessing rare treasures brings about harmful behavior.
Stealing is wrong Billy
Time, the greatest thief of all.
garish displays of wealth,
IT WASN'T STEALING. IT WAS JUST ... REDISTRIBUTION.
The world was full of collectors, scouring the earth for pieces of themselves.
Thieves respect property; they merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it.
No wonder there are bandits in the Campo when there are none but thieves, swindlers, and sanguinary macaques to rule us...
The accursed hunger for gold.
Theft is a fundamental of devilry, beach rat.
There was no point in stealing well or wisely if the loot couldn't be stashed somewhere safe.
Often the masses are plundered and do not know it.
I went to Buckingham Palace and I wanted to take something from there, but there was nothing good to steal, although I did nick some serviettes with ER and Her Majesty on them from the Jubilee celebrations.
Legal plunder has two roots: One of them, as I have said before, is in human greed; the other is in false philanthropy.
He who has once begun to live by robbery will always find pretexts for seizing what belongs to others;
Whenever human activity is directed exclusively to the service of the instinct for self-preservation it is called theft or usury, robbery or burglary etc
To gain the treasure, you must leave the trash.
When Everything you've had is stolen from you, all you have left is REVENGE
Stealing is stealing. I don't care if it's on the Internet or you're breaking into a warehouse somewhere - it's theft.
The can take everything you own- your property, your best years, all your joys, all your good works, everything down to your last shirt- but you'll always have your dreams, so you can reinvent your stolen world.
I'd rather have the thieves than the neighbors - the thieves don't impose. Thieves just want your things, neighbors want your time.
Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it forever!
It was one of the primary rules of thievery. When hiding, sneaking, and trickery are all out, the correct answer is run like hell.
Most people, in my opinion, steal much of what they are. If they didn't what poor items they would be.
What's the worst thing I've stolen? Probably little pieces of other people's lives. Where I've either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That's the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can't get that back.
No legal plunder: This is the principle of justice, peace, order, stability, harmony, and logic. Until the day of my death, I shall proclaim this principle with all the force of my lungs (which alas! is all too inadequate).
The instinct of the thief is most strongly marked in the Skua tribe, and I am afraid that the mere love of thieving alone actuates them on many occasions.
When an intruder has paid a visit, in the natural course of events your things are gone: toys, valuables, private relics, the last few chocolate chip cookies.
One man is proud when he has caught a poor hare, and another when he has taken a little fish in a net, and another when he has taken wild boars, and another when he has taken bears ... Are these not robbers?
We be decent thieves, not some politicals. We didn't try to attack the authorities. We was only stealing.
Aboot the gold Syvertsen stole
We're living in a den of thieves
your second-hand bicycles in the alleyways
Even in the matter of stealing we must think of our own beam before our neighbour's mote. It is not easy to be honest. There is many a thief who is less of a thief than many a respectable member of society.
Even in prosperous times the living robbed the dead
Many thieves. One Greywaren.
Shit and piss and trash were thrown from windows to the distant street until rain came to wash them away, and like plants in rich soil, the unstable, unreliable buildings rose, driven by the deep human desire to be the one least shat upon.
The black and merciless things that are behind the great possessions.