Quotes About Greed

And so they sit at home, getting fat on the proceedings and here we all are. Our businesses are failing, our jobs disappearing, our countryside choking, our hospitals crumbling, our homes being repossessed, our bodies being poisoned, our minds shutting down, the whole bloody spirit of the country crushed and fighting for breath. I hate the Winshaws, Fiona. Just look what they've done to us. Look what they've done to you.

because there comes a point where greed and madness can no longer be told apart. This dividing line is very thin, just like a belt of film surrounding the earth's sphere. It's a delicate blue, and this transition from the blue to the black is very gradual and lovely.

For the benefit of this naïf, the movie experts ran through an inventory of all the lost movies they could think of: the eight-hour version of Greed, Jerry Lewis's The Day the Clown Cried, about a clown who works in the Nazi concentration camps, the missing reels of The Magnificent Ambersons, Orson Welles's legendary The Other Side of the Wind, The Blockhouse – a Second World War drama starring Peter Sellers

I had a Viking sense of entitlement to whatever provisions I could plunder.

he remembered how it would feel to be unmoved by the stores, unwanting of anything in them, and how much dimmer the lights

Jealousy, hatred, greed, and the like lead to suffering and dissatisfaction because they're out of step with reality. They paint a misleading picture of the world.

Balzac's assertion, which my mother also quoted, that behind every great fortune was a great crime

Menachem's problem was this: he had more money than there were things to buy. Menachem's solution was this: rather than buy more things, he would continue to buy the things he already owned

Ever eating, never cloying, All-devouring, all-destroying Never finding full repast, Till I eat the world at last.

nunca acreditávamos ter muito dinheiro e que, quanto mais tínhamos, mais queríamos ter;

How can any child resist the tooth fair? That single shining example of selfless generosity in this slimy veil of greed. When I was broke, I pulled out my brother's teeth. Naturally, it was too good to last. Just one more nonrenewable resource on a diminishing planet.

There's enough of the social climber in most people so that they fall for this stuff and consider it a privilege to be admitted to a place that specializes in taking their money.

From top to bottom of the ladder, greed is aroused without knowing where to find ultimate foothold. Nothing can calm it, since its goal is far beyond all it can attain. Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations; reality is therefore abandoned.

One side will have before its eyes the blessings of the past and the hope of similar joy in the future; their thoughts will dwell less on the comparatively brief pain of battle than on what they may have to endure forever, they, their children, and all their posterity. The other side has nothing to inspire it with courage except the weak urge of greed, which fades before danger and which can never be so keen, it seems to me, that it will not be dismayed by the least drop of blood from wounds.

Well, you know what they say: Maybe money doesn't bring happiness, but it sure enough quiets the nerves.

Millions cheer the warrior spilling blood across the ring while the one who stands for peace is ridiculed and shamed. Must hearts forever suffer from ignorance and greed? Can bombs heal our souls or set our spirits free?

Greed, crowned emperor, rules the earth with cold disdain for harmony's path.

I am more and more convinced that man is a dangerous creature and that power, whether vested in many or a few, is ever grasping, and like the grave, cries, 'Give, give.'

You see, young Dr. Marion, that's what makes us human. We always want more.

The land of milk and honey, Ghosh thought. Milk and honey, and love for money. Now

Do not follow vain desires for verily he who prospers is preserved from lust, greed and anger.

Garbo's role may lack persuasion today; but from the odious butcher insulting and taunting the food queues at his shop, refusing meat to women he found unattractive or unwilling, to the scenes of the unlicensed, gluttonous revelry of the nightlife of the speculator and profiteer, and to the ultimate attack by a starving, angry crowd on a café full of merrymakers - the film was a faithful reflection of the times.

Leafing through Forbes or Fortune [magazine]s is like reading the operating manual of a strangely sanctimonious pirate ship

The successful forms of life are the parasites, the ones who bleed their environment to optimal exploitation, who stunt everything by taking a lion's share, who leave their hosts alive but shriveled. We