Quotes About Value

I am strongly pro-life, and have fought to protect the rights of the unborn my entire career. I will continue to fight for this cause because I value the sanctity of all human life.

Life is like a grain of wheat: to plant it is to recognize its value; to keep it is to destroy its value. The 'planted' Christian counts life dear not unto himself but unto God.

Craft the finest arrow Forage jungles for straightest shaft Forge sharpest head of glass Pluck feathers of the wisest crow Without the simplest archer and bow Without a mark that's true Useless Craft the finest vessel Fell the jungle's strongest mast Build the world's mightiest hull A flag the crown of all seas you can sew Without the simplest oarsmen to row Without a port that's true Useless

from the Acknowledgments page] ...and while comments are very welcome, I would suggest it is a waste of your precious time.

Waste not the smallest thing created, for grains of sand make mountains, and atomies infinity.

I own a well-used library card and not much else, though it is true I live in a grand house full of expensive, useless objects.

She had been nobody and he had been golden.

Sometimes things are fragile. That's why they're valuable.

On the other hand, it's like we're three years old. You don't want that scruffy old teddy bear until your friend takes it and starts having a good time with it. Then suddenly it's the cutest bear you've ever seen, and you want to get it away from her.

It didn't matter that in her heart Frankie knew she was smart and charming. What mattered was that feeling of being expendable. That to Porter, she was a nobody that could easily be replaced by a better model - and the better model wasn't even so great. Which meant Frankie herself was nearly worthless.

Jule had many rare talents. She worked hard and really had so damn much to offer. She knew all that. So why did she feel worthless at the same time?

I already have a toothbrush. I don't know why she would buy me another. That woman buys things just to buy things. It's disgusting.

The echo began in some indescribable way to undermine her hold on life. Coming at a moment when she chanced to be fatigued, it had managed to murmur, "Pathos, piety, courage—they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value." If one had spoken vileness in that place, or quoted lofty poetry, the [echo's] comment would have been the same—"Ou-boum."

One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.

Pathos, piety, courage, —they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value.

Money lost -- little lost. Honour lost -- much lost. Pluck lost -- all lost.

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

That's the best thing about friendship. It is a gift that cannot be lost. Only thrown away.

Every now and then, a person must do something simply because he wants to, because it seems to him worth doing. And that does not make it worthless or a waste of time.

One can tip too much as well as too little, indeed the coin that buys the exact truth has not yet been minted.

The issues Miss Quested had raised were so much more important than she was herself that people inevitably forgot her.

So does my grocer stigmatize me when I complain of the quality of his sultanas, and he answers in one breath that they are the best sultanas, and how can I expect the best sultanas at that price?

Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wants to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.

The real thing's money and all the rest is a dream.