Quotes About Poverty

In the midst of this, and specifically in reference to this distribution of free food to poor people, Ronald Reagan declared that he hoped there would be an outbreak of botulism (deadly food poisoning)!

A lot of people don't have much food on their table. But they got a lot of forks 'n knives. And they got to cut somethin'.

God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them.

Where you live should not determine whether you live, or whether you die.

Un hombre con un chándal blanco abrió la cabina y se guardó la propina que, aunque se supone que se dan para beber, le serviría para comer, porque tenía cara de mentiroso

In a war one is either living like a prince or a vagabond. I

What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.... If I sit still and don't do anything, the world goes on beating like a slack drum, without meaning. We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

Evde de karn?m?z doymuyor deÄŸildi ama büyükannem, piÅŸirdiÄŸi ucuz et yemeklerinin daha ilk lokmas?n? aÄŸz?m?za götürürken, Umar?m beÄŸenirsiniz, ÅŸunun yar?m kilosuna tam k?rk bir sent verdim, deme al??kanl???na sahipti, ben de o zaman bir pazar günü rostosu yerine madeni paralar? yiyormuÅŸum duygusuna kap?l?rd?m.

The poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

Eager always still for the promising future which, even if twenty years are gone, is not the final word, nor the stiffening of old uncreative age. Always the promise, the hope, the dream, amid whatever poverty, war, disease and adversity – always persists the credulous human vision, of something better than that which is.

Turning to the open window above my head, I saw the full moon, glowing as bright as a pot of molten silver. Moonlight poured through the window, and through the gaps in the thatched roof, painting the interior of the hut with its gleaming brush. For a moment, the moonlight nearly disguised the poverty of the room, covering the earthen floor with a sheath of silver, the rough clay walls with sparkles of light, and the still-sleeping form in the corner with the glow of an angel.

The ancient paused for a moment, as if his strength were failing. Yet I sensed that there was more to tell. Looking deep into my eyes, he whispered: 'The Gond kingdoms have fallen, their people live dispersed in poverty: the teak trees and the jungles have been cleared... but the importance of the Gonds must not be forgotten!

I was becoming addicted to Bombay. There was squalor and poverty, but I had begun to realise my good fortune and would never again forget it.

All these nice clothes, all these jokes and drinks and food, what good does it do? Tomorrow, folk will be poor and starving and dying with a solder's pike in them, and these people will have another celebration, more nice clothes, more jokes, more gems. The suffering is forgotten or ignored - why sorrow? The war victims aren't our people. And then the wheel turns and suddenly they are our people.

Not everyone can be equal in wealth, but no one should have to starve.

Young, gifted, and destitute...

Sometimes our blessings are limited. There is a tangible poverty that surrounds us. We are not offered an obvious tapestry of choices. Still, even when the choices seem bleak between a tiger's teeth or deadly fall -- every moment offers up some third options (the true potentiality within the situation), and it is in our choices (conscious or not) that a future harvest depends.

La verité est triste, comme vous le savez. Elle déçoit parce qu'elle restreint. Elle tient dans un poing fermé, puis dans le geste d'une main qui se délace et rejette. Elle est pauvre, elle démeuble et démunit.

This is the meaning of poverty: when you have nothing better to do than to hate somebody who, just exactly like yourself, has nothing better to do than to pick on you instead of trying to figure out how come there's nothing better to do.

As a child, my idea of the West was that it was a miasma of poverty and misery, like that of the homeless 'Little Match Girl'in the Hans Christian Andersen story. When I was in the boarding nursery and did not want to finish my food, the teacher would say:'Think of all the starving children in the capitalist world!

These days, most poor families in the West have cell phones, televisions, washing machines, and cars. Their

Chrysostom earned the virulent hatred of many among the powerful when, at the Cathedral of St. Sophia in the imperial capital, he dared follow this understanding of the gospel to its consequences, declaring that the enormous differences between the rich and the poor and between the ruling classes and the rest of the population were incompatible with the gospel itself.

Seldom do people discern Eloquence under a threadbare cloak.

It is not easy for men to rise whose qualities are thwarted by poverty.