Best 57 quotes in «rich people quotes» category

When you are rich, people treat you with respect.

Arther, what is first on the agenda?" ... "The same as ever, Highness. Elections, land, and entitlements." Arther had learned to mask much of his distaste at that last word, but his lips still puckered as if it soured his tongue. ... Entitlements. Leesha hated the word, too, but not for the same reason as Arther. It was a cold word, used by those with full bellies to bemoan feeding those without.

Boasting about wealth is an open invitation to others to divest you of it.

Differences about poor and rich people: Poor people ask me where's my money from; Rich people invite me for a coffee and never ask it.

Every time the rich ignore the poor, the rich become poorer! Poorest is the person who has all the means to help others but chooses not to!

Everywhere the weak execrate the powerful, before whom they cringe; and the powerful beat them like sheep whose wool and flesh they sell.

Getting rich is not real and staying rich is real.

I am here not to save money but to make more of it to empower the people and make the world a better place.

Honestly,’ she said when they were out of Bruce’s earshot, ‘he’s as bad in the kitchen as you are. What do you people do on the servant’s night off, anyway?’ Lila looked Jessica straight in the eye. 'Cold lobster and caviar,’ she said earnestly.

I am not going to retire rich; I'm going to be rich by the time I retire.

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, miss. Charitable people like yourself saved my life. But I wish they’d thought a bit more about what I was to do with it, once it was safe.

I call a man rich man if his mind is full of dreams and his soul is full of resolution to realise these dreams!

I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made...

Jo, they have a baby grand piano, but no one in the family plays. They have shelves of books they've never read, and the tension between the couples was so thick it nearly choked us." "Let me tell you something 'bout those rich Uptown folk," said Cokie. "They got everything that money can buy, their bank accounts are fat, but they ain't happy. They ain't ever gone be happy. You know why? They soul broke. And money can't fix that, no sir. My friend Bix was poor. Lord, he had to blow that trumpet ten hours a day just to put a little taste in the pot. Died poor, too. You saw him, Jo, with that plate on his chest. But that man wasn't soul broke.

It occurred to me suddenly how much easier it was for the rich to refuse to know anything about us when we weren’t dressed as individuals.

Los ricos siempre se encariñan, cuando son ricos, por el lugar donde antes han sido pobres. Parece ser esta la mejor manera de demostrar su cambio de posición y fortuna y el más viable procedimiento para sentirse felices al ver que otros que eran pobres siguen siendo pobres a pesar del tiempo.

Money almost always ends up disappointing. Buying things to give lasing satisfaction is an illusion. Money can't buy happiness. The people with the most money are often times the MOST miserable people.

Monday ushers in a particularly impressive clientele of red-eyed people properly pressed into dry-cleaned suits in neutral tones. They leave their equally well-buttoned children idling in SUVs while dashing to grab double-Americanos and foamy sweet lattes, before click-clacking hasty escapes in ass-sculpting heels and polished loafers with bowl-shaped haircuts that age every face to 40. My imagination speed evolves their unfortunate offspring from car seat-strapped oxygen-starved fast-blooming locusts, to the knuckle-drag harried downtown troglodytes they’ll inevitably become. One by one I capture their flat-formed heads between index finger and thumb for a little crush-crush-crushing, ever aware that if I’m lucky one day their charitable contributions will fund my frown-faced found art project to baffle someone’s hallway.

Mungu asingekuwepo matajiri wangehonga kifo ili waishi milele.

Neither every rich person is noble nor miser. Neither every poor person is humble nor wicked.

No, its the poor I tell you, and the poor only, as does such things for the poor. Don't think to come over me with th' old tale, that the rich knows nothing of the trials of the poor; I say, if they don't know, they ought to know. We're their slaves as long as we can work; we pile up their fortunes with the sweat of our brows, and yet we are to live as separate as if we were in two worlds..." Chap. 1, p. 12

Politics - a lucrative game for the ludicrous.

Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.

Rich people always had someone to call who could arrange something that the average guy couldn't get done, no matter how right or wrong. The only call the poor man could make was to Jesus. If Jesus didn't answer, Smith and Wesson always did.

Rich people are notoriously cheap.

It's better to be remembered for what you said, not what you earned.

Maskini na tajiri wana mawazo tofauti. Maskini hudhani utajiri ni chanzo cha matatizo. Tajiri hudhani umaskini ni chanzo cha matatizo. Maskini hudhani ubinafsi ni kitu kibaya. Tajiri hudhani ubinafsi ni kitu kizuri. Maskini ana mawazo ya kupata pesa bila kufanya kazi. Tajiri ana mawazo ya kupata pesa kwa kufanya kazi. Maskini hudhani tajiri ana tabia ya kuringa. Tajiri hupenda kuzungukwa na watu sahihi wenye mawazo sawa na ya kwake. Maskini hutengeneza pesa kwa kufanya kazi asizozipenda. Tajiri hutengeneza pesa kwa kufanya kazi anazozipenda. Maskini hudhani kuwa tajiri lazima usome sana. Tajiri hudhani kuwa tajiri si lazima usome sana. Maskini hutamani mambo mazuri ya wakati uliyopita. Tajiri hutamani mambo mazuri ya wakati unaokuja. Maskini huamini ili uwe tajiri lazima ufanye kitu fulani. Tajiri huamini ili uwe tajiri lazima uwe kitu fulani. Maskini hupenda kuburudishwa kuliko kuelimishwa. Tajiri hupenda kuelimishwa kuliko kuburudishwa. Maskini ana woga. Tajiri hana woga. Maskini hufundisha watoto wake jinsi ya kupambana na maisha. Tajiri hufundisha watoto wake jinsi ya kuwa matajiri. Maskini hana nidhamu ya mapato na matumizi. Tajiri ana nidhamu ya mapato na matumizi. Maskini hufanya kazi kwa bidii kupata pesa. Tajiri hutumia pesa kupata pesa. Maskini ni mdogo kuliko matatizo yake. Tajiri ni mkubwa kuliko matatizo yake. Maskini huamini unahitaji pesa kupata pesa. Tajiri huamini utapata pesa kwa kutumia pesa za wengine. Maskini ana wivu wa chuki. Tajiri ana wivu wa maendeleo. Fikiri kama anavyofikiri tajiri. Ukifikiri tofauti na anavyofikiri tajiri, utakufa maskini.

Money does not make you rich, the way you live without money makes you rich

Morals are like social classes, there are poor and rich people.

Most people like to be rich, but they don’t know that the rich people are the unhappy bunch. Always marrying at least 3 times, always having drinking or drug problems and always think they are smartest one around, when in fact they can’t name 2 capitals from Europe without a Google search.

No one wants to learn an instrument, Rachel. It's grueling repetition. And besides, you're too old to start. Concert violinists who learn the traditional way begin when they're six or seven." Risa can't help but listen to the irritating conversation taking place between the well-dressed woman and her fashionably disheveled teenage daughter. "It's bad enough they'd be messing in my brain and giving me a NeuroWeave," the girl whines. "But why do I have to have the hands, too? I like my hands!" The mother laughs. "Honey, you've got your father's stubby, chubby little fingers. Trading up will only do you good in life, and it's common knowledge that a musical NeuroWeave requires muscle memory to complete the brain-body connection." "There are no muscles in the fingers!" the girl announces triumphantly. "I learned that in school." The mother gives her a long-suffering sigh. "Think of them like a pair of gloves, Rachel. Fancy silk gloves, like a princess wears." Risa can't stand it anymore. Making sure she's low enough so that her face can't be seen, she gets up, and as she walks past them, she says, "You'll have someone else's fingerprints.

Rich people have small hearts! They count their pennies but won't think twice taking yours.

Rich people don’t have to have a life-and-death relationship with the truth and its questions; they can ignore the truth and still thrive materially. I am not surprised many of them understand literature only as an ornament. Life is an ornament to them, relationships are ornaments, their 'work' is but a flimsy, pretty ornament meant to momentarily thrill and capture attention.

Rich people read their bills. Poor people dread theirs.

Rich people show their appreciation through favors. When everyone you know has more money than they know what to do with, money stops being a useful transactional tool. So instead you offer favors. Deals. Quid pro quos. Things that involve personal involvement rather than money. Because when you're that rich, your personal time is your limiting factor.

She had a new bracelet on, stacked with emeralds brighter than her eyes. I hate rich people.

The biggest irony of life is that rich people actually lead poor lives! They spend their entire life making money and creating wealth and thus lose out on living a life filled with true knowledge, happiness, and passion!

The greatest riches are the gift of life, strength and wisdom.

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The rest is just slow diminution and loss. A waning of the full and effulgent moon of my youth. Not that the bright light of my youth was anything to be proud of. I was a terrible person. I did unkind and sometimes illegal things. I treated women abominably. The remembrance of it causes me to flush with shame and to feel a tightening in my groin. It was a radiance without warmth, and I thought of nothing but myself in the brightness of the light. Now I try never to think of myself. I try not to think at all, not to dwell, but, sometimes, late at night, it all comes back to me, and I lose myself in the life that might have been, the wife of twenty years, her comforts and distractions. The fractious children, raucous at the holidays, with their tattoos you asked them not to get and their lacrosse sticks they play with in the house, stringing and restringing them, the trips to Paris to stay at the Lutetia. Photograph albums of a life that never quite came to be. It doesn’t last long when it comes, but it is vivid, and I am there, not here, not here where I belong. When you lose everything, you don’t die. You just continue in ordinary pants with nothing in your pockets.

The men in Washington seem unable to accept that there are more poor people than rich peoplele in the world. They do not recognize that poor people, in the late twentieth century, cannot endure poverty and disease and ignorance forever. When minimal social justice is long denied, the poor will rebel. If rebellion can be crushed - as is perhaps possible in a very small country like El Salvador - it will rise again later. Nicaragua can be bombed flat, and then what? A success story like Vietnam? [1986].

The money you make is a symbol of the value you create.

The only thing money really buys?...Space. A bigger house, a bigger car, a larger hotel room. First-class plane tickets. But it doesn't even buy comfort. No one complains more than the rich and entitled. Comfort, security, ease. None of them come with money.

There always seem to be very rich people, no matter how poor the country,” Thenoclon said.

There are no real secrets among the rich, it turns out. Just people paid to keep them.

The whole idea of "leaners" and "lifters" is the central teaching of the right wing ideologue, Ayn Rand, who penned books like The Virtue of Selfishness. It’s a self-serving crock. Rand found out the hard way. After a lifetime proselytising on behalf of the "producers" and denouncing anyone needing government assistance as "parasites," when Rand became old and sick, she discovered that even a bestselling author could not afford health care in the neoliberal US. She availed herself of Medicare and ended her life on what she had despised – social security. ~ an edited extract from "The Life of I: the new culture of narcissism" ~Anne Manne~

Those with many ideas are potentially rich people.

They would have liked to be rich. They believed they would have been up to it. They would have known how to dress, how to look and how to smile like rich people. They would have had the requisite tact and discretion. They would have forgotten they were rich, would have grasped how not to flaunt their wealth. They wouldn't have taken pride in it. They would have drunk it into themselves. Their pleasures would have been intense. They would have liked to wander, to dawdle, to choose, to savour. They would have liked to live. Their lives would have been an art of living. But such things are far from easy.

Two kinds of people have many friends, one with bank balance and other with boldness.

To know a person of value... They have humbleness to name, Through their compassion for others, they grab fame.. When onlookers smile for his good deeds.. That's real wealth making that person the most richest!