Quotes About Value

This is all that I had to say about friendship; but I exhort you both so to esteem virtue (without which friendship cannot exist), that, excepting virtue, you will think nothing more excellent than friendship.

I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. I repeat my former name; remind myself of what I once could do, how others saw me. I want to steal something.

Maybe the life I think I'm living is a paranoid delusion...Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.

Sanity is a valuable possesion; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.

You can't buy it, but it has a price," said Oryx. "Everything has a price.

He has to find more and better ways of occupying his time. His time, what a bankrupt idea, as if he's been given a box of time belonging to him alone, stuffed to the brim with hours and minutes that he can spend like money. Trouble is, the box has holes in it and the time is running out, no matter what he does with it.

Not a hope. I know where I am, and who, and what day it is. These are the tests, and I am sane. Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.

Sanity is a valuable possession.

Of course (said Oryx), having a money value was no substitute for love. Every child should have love, every person should have it. . . . but love was undependable, it came and then it went, so it was good to have a money value, because then at least those who wanted to make a profit from you would make sure you were fed enough and not damaged too much. Also there were many who had neither love nor a money value, and having one of these things was better than having nothing.

Paper isn't important. It's the words on them that are important.

If someone wants to suck your toes, those toes should be worth sucking.

A thing is valued, only if it is rare and hard to get.

We are containers, it's only the insides of our bodies that are important.

All that wasted time, and he didn't even know who'd wasted it.

I tell myself it doesn't matter, your name is like your telephone number, useful only to others; but what I tell myself is wrong, it does matter.

Money isn't the only thing that must flow and circulate in order to have good value: good turns and gifts must flow and circulate . . . for any social system to remain in balance.

I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable.

Because if you weren't an Aunt or a Martha, said Aunt Vidala, what earthly use were you if you didn't have a baby?

But they had a money value: they represented a cash profit to others. They must have sensed that--sensed that they were worth something.

I am not being wasted. Why do I want?

Within each of these categories, the principle was the same: rarity and beauty increased value.

Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes. …

Not me," said Jimmy, trying to joke. "I don't have a price." Wrong, as usual.

If I was going to do something I didn't want to do, I at least wanted to be remunerated for it.