Quotes About Poverty

As long as ignorance and misery exist in the world, books like the one you are about to read are, perhaps, not entirely useless

Neither poverty nor wealth is in the wallet. They are all in the mind.

Those who have nothing give everything and those who have everything give nothing.

In time of poverty, you alone face is your fate. If your spirit is stronger enough, you will survive.

The poor will provide you what they don't have and what you need while the rich will give you what they have and what you want.

If you don't understand the principles of giving, money will make you poor.

In poverty a man is alone. But with prosperity, He has many friends.

Benjamin Franklin had predicted as much nearly a century before, commenting that with the introduction of slavery, "the Poor are by this Means deprived of Employment, while a few Families acquire vast Estates; which they spend on Foreign Luxuries, and educating their Children in the Habits of those Luxuries; the same Income is needed for the Support of one that might have maintain'd 100."57

So ardent did he sing, each note might carry a breath of his life. People passing stopped to hear. And seeing them gathered, he stumbled among them with his hat held out. It was easy to credit the truth of his song, that his dim old eyes, they once had shone, that his heart, once cheerful, had been bro-o-ken. Two coins chinkled in his hat. And so it was when nights were still and sleep had yet to bind him, round him shone that other light, finely to remind him.

Terwijl jij daar geveld ligt door Coatlicue, krimpt onze welvaartsstaat weer samen, zoals ieder jaar als de donkere dagen rond kerstfeest naderen, tot de knusse wereld van Anton Pieck. Het krijsen van de goden wordt hier gedempt door de bellekens van de arreslede. Mijn god, kunnen wij hier ook niet bar en bitter met een koolraap aan het spit de bijtende koude door een slonzige pels heen tot de huid laten doordringen.

Hospitality still survives among foreigners, although it is buried under false pride among the poorest Americans.

Of all the aspects of social misery nothing is so heartbreaking as unemployment.

A very little familiarity with the poor districts of any city is sufficient to show how primitive and genuine are the neighborly relations.

Single women have a dreadful propensity for being poor, which is one very strong argument in favour of matrimony.

Single women have a dreadful propensity for being poor. Which is one very strong argument in favor of matrimony.

If we as a nation are to break the cycle of poverty, crime and the growing underclass of young people ill equipped to be productive citizens, we need to not only implement effective programs to prevent teen pregnancy, but we must also help those who have already given birth so that they become effective, nurturing, bonding parents.

Think about it: Reducing crime and poverty and ensuring that we have an educated, stable work force has a direct effect on you and me and the future of our country.

We can't leave people in abject poverty, so we need to raise the standard of living for 80% of the world's people, while bringing it down considerably for the 20% who are destroying our natural resources.

had shocked him into speechlessness to realize that down-and-outs in New Jersey expected to have more in the way of amenities than coal miners and sharecroppers in most of West Virginia, and that people in the North believed that there was no one, anywhere, who still had to go out in the cold in the middle of the winter to use a chemical latrine.

To seek "causes" of poverty in this way is to enter an intellectual dead end because poverty has no causes. Only prosperity has causes.

Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants, chased from sleeping on the street, chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas, until finally we are so hungry, sleepless, smelly, constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live.

Wherever there was a scrap of soil amongst the ravaged crags, emaciated trees struggled to cling on: a poignant metaphor for the way so many Nepalis eke out an existence, defiantly surviving on less than nothing.

More than a food, the pickle was a kind of drug for tenement children, who were still too young for whiskey.

Not poor? How can you sit there and say that with a straight face? Why I remember your momma told my momma once that your daddy got drunk and spent his paycheck and you had to pick up beer bottles alongside the road for lunch money and you had holes in the bottoms of your shoes. You had to line them with newspapers. If that ain't poor, I sure don't know what is.