#money

Seriously. Poor little me can deal with having mated a millionaire.” “Oh, you found someone else? With less money? ↗

— Vivian Arend

#money #surprise #money

The sitting room is subdued, symmetrical; it's one of the shapes money takes when it freezes. Money has trickled through this room for years and years, as if through an underground cavern, crusting and hardening like stalactites into these forms. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#pretty-prose #money

A penny saved is worth two pennies earned . . . after taxes. ↗

— Randy Thurman

#money #savings #taxes #money

An old liar told me here To think ahead and save my money. I should have spent it on ribbons. I should have learned the tune my dead grandfather played When the daft wife heard him resounding In the deep pine woods in early November. ↗

— Menzies McKillop

#money #poetry #scottish #life

Lysistrata: To seize the treasury; no more money, no more war. ↗

— Aristophanes

#war #money

And, conversely, she went on to herself, sneering at the Grand Duke's palace, poverty is wasted on the poor, who never know how to make the best of things, are only the rich without money, are just as useless at looking after themselves, can't handle their cash just like the rich can't, always squandering it on bright, pretty, useless things in just the same way. ↗

— Angela Carter

#irony #money #poor #poverty #rich

Smartass Disciple: Master, can you trust this bank to keep your money safe? Master of Stupidity: Well, I can put a bit less distrust on this bank than others. ↗

— Toba Beta

#distrust #money #safe #saving #money

He was a peculiar sight. Tears rolling down his face, shouting to drown the sound of the singing rabbit; he said he needed help, pointed to a chicken, handed over some money, grabbed his parcel and bolted out the door in panic. Boys, thought the butcher. Drugs, thought the woman. Justin Case, thought Dorothea. ↗

— Meg Rosoff

#humor #money

Because of my wealth thinkest thow I may gratify every desire? 'Tis a false idea. There are limits to my time. There are limits to my strength. There are limits to the distance I may travel. There are limits to what I may eat. There are limits to the zest with which I may enjoy. ↗

— George S Clason

#limitations #money #money

I have to admit that I'm up to my neck in frivolity, buried in dresses to the point of ruin! Fifteen different garments! My wardrobe jam-packed! My girl, this is not the way for an old woman to behave - particularly since you never wear anything but black and white, or a little grey, so that you always look as though you were in the same dress. Why fritter away your money so absurdly? (22 August 1919) ↗

— Liane de Pougy

#money #money