Quotes About Materialism

What do you do with all your money? Me and the French hoard gold.

Money is ephemeral, moving from person to person, it's a tool. Don't let it get into your heart or soul.

My voice and movements are restricted by the things I own.

Keep the money in your hand, never in your heart.

Like I don't know the first thing about how to be simply grateful that I'm alive. Maybe that's what's missing in our generation. Maybe we just feel too safe, too secure. We have too much stuff and no threat of any of it disappearing anytime soon.

Diamond Skinner had had no material possessions to his name and yet had been the happiest creature Lou had ever met. He and God would no doubt get along famously.

Money is just a means to an end. It shouldn't be the goal.

Money's not everything." "It is if you never had much of it.

Why are the people all so unhappy? he asked Mister Wolf. They have a stern and demanding God, Wolf replied. Which God is that? Garion asked. Money, Wolf said. Money's a worse God than Torak himself.

yo también estoy de paso por esta vida, por eso no pierdo mi tiempo entreteniendo con cosas materiales y prefiero vivir humildemente.

The assumption that you everyone else is like you. That you are the world. The disease of consumer capitalism. The complacent solipsism.

This is so American, man: either make something your god and cosmos and then worship it, or else kill it.

shall I spend much of your time pointing out the degree to which televisual values influence the contemporary mood of jaded weltschmerz, self-mocking materialism, blank indifference, and the delusion that cynicism and naïveté are mutually exclusive?

having a lot of money does not immunize people from suffering or fear.

Her expression is from Page 18 of the Victoria's Secret catalogue.

Material possession is one thing, but ideological passion disgusts us on some deep level.

What fire dies when you feed it? It

the boot, which was dull black and square-heeled, the motorcycle boot of persons who did not own motorcycles but wore the boots of those who did.

Phoneless Cord in his stocking, ostentatiously packaged

That you just naturally want what we, your fathers, work night and day to make sure you want? Grow up, for Christ's sake. Join the world. We produce what makes you want to need to consume. Advertising. Laxatives. HMO's. Baking soda. Insurance. Your fears are built—and your wishes, on that foundation.

Of course it's true that an unprecedented number of young Americans have big disposable incomes, fine tastes, nice things, competent accountants, access to exotic intoxicants, attractive sex partners, and are still deeply unhappy.

It did what all ads are supposed to do: create an anxiety relievable by purchase. It just did it way more well than wisely

He knows, now, that nearly everything you call yours in the world can be taken away from you by other people, assuming that they want it enough.

Nothing matters in this goddamned lunatic asylum of a world but dough.