Quotes About Materialism

I don't even have any of my gold records on my walls at home. They're all in storage.

Wandering around the mall and giggling at magazines doesn't interest me. I've never enjoyed shopping. I detest shoes.

Too many people spend money they haven't earned to buy things they don't want to impress people they don't like.

All I've ever wanted is a nice truck, and that's what I got.

Once I started to get some of the things I'd always craved, I still found myself incredibly unhappy. It was never enough. A lot of that stems from being real, real insecure, wanting more and hoping that will fix the insecurity.

We had to make ends meet. My parents were divorced, so my father wasn't really in my life. We grew up like most kids, just wanting things.

I feel like this whole idea of wanting something that you don't really have is also very American in a way.

There's something wonderful about taking a tag off a pair of socks, off a shirt, off a jacket. I really think that it has to do with my wanting to give myself all the perks that there are. It's part of my psychosis.

I get irritated when people ask me if I have met a certain actor or I have bags worth lakhs in my wardrobe.

If I was a billionaire, I'd have a warehouse full of Ferrari and Lamborghini, but I'm not.

I'm sure that it's a universal experience, but I wonder if it gets exacerbated more in Los Angeles, where people are constantly looking over at the other people, going, 'Why don't I have that? I want that. Their table looks warmer.'

When you cut human beings down to size, we're really quite simple creatures; food, shelter, warmth, light, heat and you build it up from there really until you finally go Gucci shoes or whatever it is or whatever your consumer desires are. All those desires are ultimately, they're about gratification.

I collect clothes - they keep building and building. I buy them instead of having them washed.

We live in a world of fortune and luxury, yet how poor and sad we are at times.

She owns all these nice condos, but she lives in an apartment. Go figure. She calls herself a minimalist, preferring a simple life to one "cluttered with materialistic objects that serve no purpose other than to provide a place for dust to gather." Her words, not mine. But you gotta love someone who sees dusting and scrubbing as a poor use of one's time. "I've never seen a headstone inscribed 'May she rest in peace. She kept a clean house.

If we all only owned the things we needed! You don't understand the nature of desire.

If we fear loss enough, in the end the things we possess will come to possess us.

We are … the un-proud non-possessors of objects whose chief substance is that of the transient symbol. Our Puritan fear of the love of things turns out to have been groundless after all, for we do not love things or even possess them: they pass through our lives as barium passes through the digestive tract, unassimilated, their function merely to flash signals along the way.

The reliance on property is...the want of self-reliance. Men measure the esteem of each other by what each has, and not by what each is. But a cultivated man becomes ashamed of his property...(Essays)

The Good thing about Money is that it can buy just anything. The bad thing about it is that it can buy 'YOU' too!

You can satiate a Man's hunger but never his greed!

Small wonder our national spirit is husk empty. We have more information but less knowledge. More communication but less community. More goods but less goodwill. More of virtually everything save that which the human spirit requires. So distracted have we become sating this new need or that material appetite, we hardly noticed the departure of happiness

Don't forget that the most effective form of child abuse is giving a child everything they want.

If we were to gain God's perspective, even for a moment, and were to look at the way we go through life accumulating and hoarding and displaying our things, we would have the same feelings of horror and pity that any sane person has when he views people in an asylum endlessly beating their heads against the wall.