Quotes About Worth

Lumea nu merit? sacrificiul de a tr?i pentru ea, cu atât mai pu?in de a muri.

Draw Dyrnwyn, only thou of noble worth, to rule with justice, to strike down evil. Who wields it in good cause shall slay even the Lord of Death.

But one of the saddest, most deprecating misuses of power is the withholding of love, affirmation, and delight from other people. Few things keep people in line with our wishes more than an attitude of reserve or aloofness. It is paradoxical that in the power struggle of relationships, the one who loves and encourages the least, gains the most power. This puts people on edge, keeps them guessing, and plays on their need for assurance about their worth.

A hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden only the delight of its users did that. Only the use made it mean something.

Never... ever suggest they don't have to pay you. What they pay for, they'll value. What they get for free, they'll take for granted, and then demand as a right. Hold them up for all the market will bear.

Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living "for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is same. Only love.

Just as the brightest lantern is useless until it is ignited, the presence of genius without the necessary stimulant that sets it to working is a thing of little worth.

Otherwise they make me try again. Getting old and sick is not for the meek, I tell you." She hesitates, coughs. "It's such hard work sometimes I wonder if it's worth fighting to stay alive.

For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life. I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for.

The noise was deafening, and no one could have heard me anyway as I let out my own battle cry, which I figured was worth a shot. What the hell. I DON'T BELIEVE IN FAERIES!

Maybe they'd use biological or chemical weapons instead. Maybe they'd crash the world economy. Maybe they'd turn every program on television into one of those reality shows. That's mostly done already, Harry. Oh. Well. I've got to believe that the world is worth saving anyway.

The noise was deafening, and no one could have heard me anyway as I let out my own battle cry, which I figured was worth a shot. What the hell. "I don't believe in faeries!

For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life.' I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. 'The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for.

I have this sense of being a prematurely old man in a quarrel with himself over the worth of his life, a hopelessly bullshit notion.

Identifying with success makes those doing the identifying seem successful themselves. The day United falter, many of these supporters will doubtless take their affiliation with them to Real Madrid or Barcelona or whoever it is that can provide them anew with a vicarious sense of worth.

Self-respect is a question of recognizing that anything worth having,has a price.

To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent. To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference.

To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent. To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference.

To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent

Why does life hurt so much, Cai?' Gwenhwyfar asked despairingly. 'It always hurts for those who feel deeply,' he replied. 'It is the price we must pay.' 'It would be nice sometimes not to care.' 'Easier, certainly. But would it really be worth it?

Or was she going to be sensible, reliable, patient Elinor who never put her own feelings first because -- let's face it -- she didn't have any worth considering in the first place, did she?

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.