Quotes About Value

Nie mamy nic, tylko w?a?nie nasze ?ycie. Jak jedn?, jedyn? monet?. Chodzi o to, ?eby za ni? kupi? to, czego chcemy.

You will never know what the prince is thinking behind his smiles,' Hyacinthe says. 'You are a coin to be spent, and he is a royal, used to throwing around gold.

Our lives are the only real thing we have, our only coin. We get to buy what we want with them

The girl had hair the deep aqua of the sea, drawn back with combs of coral. Her dress was grey sharkskin, and her brief curtsy was that of someone who had never questioned her own value. Her gaze swept the room with undisguised contempt.

My word isn't worth much,' I remind him. 'So you keep saying.' He raises his brows. 'It's not comforting, I've got to tell you.

Nuestras vidas son la única posesión auténtica que tenemos, son nuestra única moneda de cambio. Tenemos derecho a comprar lo que queramos con ellas.

You are a coin to be spent, and he is a royal, used to throwing around gold.

Anything designed to be inoffensive isn't worth your time -- life itself is pretty offensive, ending as it does with death.

The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend as to find a friend worth dying for.

Notre coeur est un trésor, videz-le d'un coup, vous êtes ruinés.

Life is a business transaction.

Cu cât îi este mai josnic? via?a cu atât ?ine omul la ea, via?a lui e atunci un protest, o r?zbunare de toate clipele.

O maior amor é o não correspondido. Cresce para aumentar avidez da carne; tortura para valorizar o prazer.

Unele fiin?e sunt ca ni?te zerouri, le trebuie o cifr? înainte, ?i numai atunci nimicnicia lor dobânde?te o valoare neb?nuit?. Eu nu pot dobândi valoare decât printr-o alian?? cu o voin?? puternic?, neînduplecat?.

Kaunis ei ole sen arvoista kuin kestävä, ja kestävä, se olen minä!

Ne güvenli ne baya?? ne de çok görkemli olun, bu tutumlar?n üçü de insan? gözden dü?ürür. Fazla güven sayg?y? azalt?r, baya??l?k küçümsenmenize yol açar, fazla çaba da sömürülmenize neden olur.

a mere nothing in your eyes, though three times the dowry of an archduchess of Austria. Bonaparte received only two hundred and fifty thousand francs with Maria-Louisa." "Maria-Louisa was the ruin of Bonaparte," muttered Mathias.

In 1816 she was twenty-five years old. She knew nothing of marriage; her conception of it was wholly that of thought; she judged it in its causes instead of its effect, and saw only its objectionable side. Her superior mind refused to make the abdication by which a married woman begins that life; she keenly felt the value of independence, and was conscious of disgust for the duties of maternity.

The art of advertisement ... has introduced into all our life such a lavish use of superlatives, that no standard of value whatever is intact.

It's because a woman's entire self-worth rests on her looks," said Jane. "That's why. It's because we live in a beauty-obsessed society where the most important thing a woman can do is make herself attractive to men.

She felt as though she'd been unforgivably negligent—careless! sloppy!—with the most precious, wonderful gift she'd ever received.

It's because a woman's entire self-worth rests on her looks. That's why. It's because we live in a beauty obsessed society where the most important thing a woman can do is make herself attractive to men.

Why did people feel the need to comment on the rain, when they had absolutely nothing of value to add to the conversation?

She used to think that success was like gold, worth sifting through mud for, and that love would always be there, waiting somehow on the riverbanks for her when she was done panning. She couldn't imagine now why she thought that, given her background. She ought to have recognized love's scarcity early on. If success were gold, lying in rivers, love was a diamond, buried hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the earth and unrecognizable in its natural form.