Quotes About Materialism

My tiny life. My little shit job. My Swedish furniture. I never, no, never told anyone this, but before I met Tyler, I was planning to buy a dog and name it Entourage. This is how bad your life can get.

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate, so we can buy shit we don't need

Rzeczy, które posiadasz w koÅ"cu zaczynajÄ… posiada? ciebie.

Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just to buy the things they really don't need.

You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled.

Sahip olaca??n her ÅŸey...bir gün kaybedeceÄŸin ÅŸeylerden sadece biridir.

The things you own end you own end up owing you

Die vagabundierende Physiologie dieser shoppenden, fressenden, herumhurenden Klumpen belebten Fleischs, sie schändet einen.

In this maze of antiques, she says, are the ghosts of everyone who has ever owned this furniture. Everyone rich and successful enough to prove it. All of their talent and intelligence and beauty outlived by decorative junk. All the success and accomplishments this furniture was supposed to represent, it's all vanished.

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have. Burn the Amazon rain forests. Pump chlorofluorocarbons straight up to gobble the ozone. Open the dump valves on supertankers and uncap offshore oil wells. I wanted to kill all the fish I couldn't afford to eat, and smother the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted the whole world to hit bottom.

Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

Advertising has these people chassing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need. We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.

Reklamlar insanlar? gerek duymad?klar? arabalar?n ve k?yafetlerin peÅŸinden koÅŸturuyor. Kaç kuÅŸakt?r insanlar nefret ettikleri iÅŸlerde çal???yorlar; neden? Gerçekte ihtiyaç duymad?klar? ÅŸeyleri sat?n alabilmek için.

Estos hombres y mujeres sentados detrás de puertas sin cerrar saben que una casa más grande no es la respuesta. Ni tampoco un cambio de marido o de mujer ni más dinero ni una piel más tersa. —Cualquier cosa que puedas adquirir —dice ella— es otra cosa que acabarás perdiendo. La respuesta es que no hay respuesta.

The things you own, end up owning you. Tyler Durden

Per quanto lusso si possa avere, ci sarà sempre qualcosa che manca. Per quanto attentamente tu possa scegliere, non sarai mai totalmente soddisfatto.

things you used to own, now they own you.

The magic of sex is it's acquisition without the burden of possessions. No matter how many women you take home, there's never a storage problem.

The space monkey continues, Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing.

You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

We buy things we don't need, with money we don't have, to impress people we don't like.

The shelves had been stripped bare and battered to Hell, as if some super-important Christmas toy release had come and gone and an army of Super-Moms had ripped through the store, buying everything up like an all-consuming void. Didn't hurt that many of the shelves were lined with piles of bones both animal and human.

Together, they placed Trigger in a case all its own, clearing out the gold records that hung there. ("Gold records are bullshit," Pete said, throwing them behind them in a pile. They clattered as they fell—not the sound of metal against metal, but the sound of garbage against garbage. "Disposable. Not even real gold. Just some cheap shit vinyl they spray-paint.")

It must be wonderful, I thought, to be, not exactly rich, but to have enough so you didn't have to worry when there was some little thing you wanted, not to have to wonder if it would be all right if you spent the money for it. To be able to live in a house like this, to line the walls with books and have rich draperies and to have more than just one bottle of booze and a place to keep it other than a kitchen shelf.