Quotes About Wealth

Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there, as long as you live, to make you happy again.

Everyone is born equal; we will all die and shed our earthly glory. Riches, power and fame last for only a few short years. Why do we cling so desperately to these fleeting things? Why can't people who have more than enough for their own needs give the rest to their fellow human beings? Why should anyone have to have such a hard life for those few short years on earth?

Give and you shall receive, much more than you ever thought possible. Give and give again. Keep hoping, keep trying, keep giving! People who give will never be poor!

La riqueza, la fama, todo se puede perder, pero la dicha en el corazón a lo sumo puede velarse, y siempre, mientras vivas, volverá a hacerte feliz.

No matter how poor one is, one can still give others riches

Riqueza, prestígio, tudo pode ser perdido. A felicidade em seu coração pode ser diminuída; mas estará sempre lá, enquanto você viver, para torná-lo feliz de novo.

if you want to know how God feels about money, look at whom she gives it to.

Sin is not just affairs, or porn shops, or drug cartels. It is also the ignorance and brokenness of the world, extreme self-centeredness, hoarding wealth, using others as objects, not caring.

If you want to know how God feels about money, look at who she gives it to

he gets this glinty Donald Trump look in his eyes, like in the old cartoons where someone gets a greedy brainstorm, blinks, and we hear the sound of a cash register and see the dollar signs in his eyes.

you ride a winged horse, you'd better have a wide net when you fall. And that takes money!

It is the case with too many books, I fear. Old leather, fine paper are all very well, but it is the words that matter. They are the wealth of the mind and the heart.

Money is largely a fiction, a piece of paper that represents real assets, or the trust that assets exist. Take away this trust and it is worth nothing.

Christ to Satan, we are cut from the same cloth, every one of us. And we have the choice to be in eternity anything we wish. Man or woman. Genius or idiot, and all between. Physical beauty means nothing. God sees the heart. Wealth is only a test of what we would do with it. It is a loan from God, as are our talents, a way to prove whether we will use them well or ill. The judgment is awaiting us.

No hay nadie en el mundo que tenga suficiente dinero para comprar tu vida, tu honradez, tu hogar, tus amigos! Tu sueño por la noche... —No

Genealogy belongs to the rich in human history. The poor rise and fall without leaving a footprint.

People played with fact and fancy. Waitresses wrote novels at night that would make them famous. Laborers fell in love with naked movie queens in rented cassette films. The rich wore paper jewelry, and the poor bought tiny diamonds. And princesses sallied forth onto the Champs Elysées in carefully faded rags.

And money you have, Rose. Plenty of it. And time. And if time can't give us freedom to do what we want, what good is time?

You play with your toys and your money and all your fine things, and you forget. You forget and that's why you're happy.

Well, I am no village cunning woman, no frightened merry-begot, but a woman born to riches, and educated from the time I can remember, and given all that I could possibly desire. And now in my twenty-second year, already a mother and soon perhaps to be a widow, I rule in this place. I ruled before my mother gave to me all her secrets, and her great familiar, Lasher, and I mean to study this thing, and make use of it, and allow it to enhance my considerable strength.

If money can't buy you the freedom to do anything you want, well, what is the good of it?

And no small part of this unpredicted miracle was the curious innocence of these people in the very midst of their freedom and their wealth. The Christian god was as dead as he had been in the 1700s. And no new mythological religion had arisen to take the place of the old .

How curious it is that these religious people believe the devil to be so stupid that he should seek to corrupt only the poor and powerless-why not the king of France for once?

The Mayfairs, what are they to me? And what is a great family, a rich family?