Quotes About Value

The quantity of pleasure being equal, push-pin is as good as poetry.

No, no, no. There's no such thing as cheap and cheerful. It's cheap and nasty & expensive and cheerful.

Honestly?" Logan shrugged. "I didn't know it could kill me. If I'd ever heard that, I forgot it a long time ago. But I knew it was dangerous." "Then why take the risk?" Stone asked. Logan turned his head to look at me. "Because she was worth it.

It seems to me so shocking to see the precious hours of a man's life - the priceless moments that will never come back to him again - being wasted in a mere brutish sleep.

Will the prized treasures of to-day always be the cheap trifles of the day before?  Will rows of our willow-pattern dinner-plates be ranged above the chimneypieces of the great in the years 2000 and odd?  Will the white cups with the gold rim and the beautiful gold flower inside (species unknown), that our Sarah Janes now break in sheer light-heartedness of spirit, be carefully mended, and stood upon a bracket, and dusted only by the lady of the house? China

No, what was said in his case was that he, who didn't care for carved oak, should have his drawing-room panelled with it, while people who do care for it have to pay enormous prices to get it. It seems to be the rule of this world. Each person has what he doesn't want, and other people has what he does want. (Chapter VI)

Will it be the same in the future? Will the prized treasures of today be the cheap trifles of the day before? (Chapter VI)

The only contribution of any value a private citizen can make towards the elucidation of a National upheaval is to record his own sensations.

Foolish wise folk sneer at you; foolish wise folk would pull up the useless lilies, the needless roses, from the garden, would plant in their places only serviceable wholesome cabbage. But the Gardener knowing better, plants the silly short-lived flowers; foolish wise folk, asking for what purpose.

No, what was sad in his case was that he, who didn't care for carved oak, should have his drawing-room panelled with it, while people who do care for it have to pay enormous prices to get it.  It seems to be the rule of this world. 

Bir insan?n, hayat?ndaki de?erli ve bir daha ya?anaca??n?n garantisi olmayan anlar? uyuyarak harcamas? bana hep canice gelir.

Will it be the same in the future?  Will the prized treasures of to-day always be the cheap trifles of the day before?  Will rows of our willow-pattern dinner-plates be ranged above the chimneypieces of the great in the years 2000 and odd? 

No one on earth is so boring and insignificant that he or she is not worth writing or reading about...One thing's for sure—no one but you can be the hero of your story.

How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?

Of course we all try and save time. Cutting corners, little short cuts. But no matter how much time you save, at the end of your life, there's no extra time saved up. You'll be going what do you mean there's no time?

I understood. I suffered. But whose sake was I suffering for? I kept thinking of Señor Saguaro's question: Whose affection do you value more, hers or the others'?

Whose affection do you value more, hers or the others'?

A gardener! Isn't that the perfect description of what a real businessman is? A person who makes a flinty soil productive with the labor of his own hands, who waters it with the sweat of his own brow, and who creates a place of value for his family and for the community

I keep it for its sentimental value," he said, his voice harder. "It was the last place we made love before you ended our previous affair.

Words and emotions are simple currencies. If we inflate them, they lose their value, just like money. They begin to mean nothing.

Words and emotions are simple currencies. If we inflate them, they lose their value

This was the crazy thing about wealth: You only had it if you didn't use it, but if you didn't use it, there was no value in having it.

Words and emotions are simple currencies. If we inflate them, they lose their value, just like money. They begin to mean nothing. Use 'beautiful' to describe a sandwich and the word means nothing. Since the war, there is no more room for inflated language. Words and feelings are small now—clear and precise. Humble like dreams.

Hold on to your one. Remember? I have you, and you have me. And when you're lucky enough to find one—just one—person in this unforgiving life who makes everything worth it, who you love and trust and would kill for, then you hold on damn tight, because that's probably all you get.