Quotes About Poverty

We make the future sustainable when we invest in the poor, not when we insist on their suffering.

Remember, no more effort is required to aim high in life, to demand abundance and prosperity, than is required to accept misery and poverty.

It was a way out of poverty. It was a way to success. It was a way to education. And it was a way to a brighter day for me.

Is the rich world aware of how four billion of the six billion live? If we were aware, we would want to help out, we'd want to get involved.

Like dear St. Francis of Assisi I am wedded to Poverty: but in my case the marriage is not a success.

And he at once determined on going to find Gilbert, who was residing at Versailles, but who, without having revisited the queen after the journey of the king to Paris, had become the right hand of Necker, who had been reappointed minister, and was endeavoring to organize prosperity by generalizing poverty.

It is no use, said the old man, there is no wine. What, no wine? said Dantes, turning pale, and looking alternately at the hollow cheeks of the old man and the empty cupboards.

My resolve is unwavering. But seek, Monsieur, and you will find: alas, every rich man has more than enough of poverty to pass by on his road through life!

The happy and the powerful do not go into exile, and there are no surer guarantees of equality among men than poverty and misfortune.

Whether democracy or aristocracy is the better form of government constitutes a very difficult question. But, clearly, democracy inconveniences one person while aristocracy oppresses another. That is a truth which establishes itself and precludes any discussion: you are rich and I am poor.

In the States of New England, from the first, the condition of the poor was provided for;

When the question is reduced to the simple expression of the struggle between poverty and wealth, the tendency of each side of the dispute becomes perfectly evident without further controversy.

The poor man retains the prejudices of his forefathers without their faith, and their ignorance without their virtues; he has adopted the doctrine of self-interest as the rule of his actions, without understanding the science which controls it, and his egotism is no less blind than his devotedness was formerly.

She saw how the skim of filth, which was despair, which was hopelessness, fell like soot on the lives of the poor.

Le monde manifeste autant d'indifférence aux amoureux qu'aux pauvres et aux malchanceux.

Poverty in girls is not attractive unless combined with sweet sluttishness, stupidity.

And there was no entertainment for them at night. They were too poor to own a television set. But they seemed content. Truman with his sculpting and building the recreation center. Lynne writing poems occasionally, reading them to her friends, then tearing them up.

They then started to test the other children, and it was discovered that none of us had sufficient vitamin C, D, or A in our diets. We never had fruit, never had raw leafy greens, never had milk. There was plenty of this on the Island, you know, but it was all sold, every scrap of it, to the mainland, and had been since slavery time.

The three wealthiest people in the world own more than the GDP of forty-eight countries!

We were the kind of friends, instead, who understood that we were forever on the same side: the side of the poor, the economically, spiritually and politically oppressed, "the wretched of the earth.

Anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor

there was daunting poverty, and there was haunting wealth and the narrator warned her to keep to herself

saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz