She felt the cold blast from the sterile air conditioning on her bare arms and thighs, as she ambled down the center of the shopping complex's ground floor.
The scene was a swirl of candy bright lights--the Victoria's Secret fuchsia signboard, signboards which lured one to purchase "confidence," or "sexual appeal," or whatever it was that was being advertised--the fluorescent lights in each store, contrasting with the shiny, black-tiled walls and eye-catching speckled marble tiles on the ground.
One could lick the floor--the tiles were spotless, clean like the fake air she was breathing in, like the atoms and cells in her that were decaying in stale neglect.
Mots clés money sexuality society confidence sex literature lust sex-appeal desires self-image materialism erotic desire business contemporary urban image commerce eroticism astrology popular-culture commercialism erotica shopping literary-fiction contemporary-fiction erotic-romance erotic-literature gemini-moon sexual-astrology
Waste your money and you're only out of money, but waste your time and you've lost a part of your life.
Michael LeBoeufMots clés life money inspirational lost time waste
Money follows art. Money wants what it can't buy. Class and talent. And remember while there's a talent for making money, it takes real talent to know how to spend it.
Candace BushnellIt's no good to give money to anybody
who thinks money as the root of all evil.
Mots clés money perception
But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again. The bitterness we sold to the junk man - he got it all right, but we have it still. And when the owner men told us to go, that's us; and when the tractor hit the house, that's us until we're dead. To California or any place - every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness. And some day - the armies of bitterness will all be going the same way. And they'll all walk together, and there'll be a dead terror from it.
John SteinbeckMots clés money value worth bitterness lives the-grapes-of-wrath john-steinbeck
No terreno do dinheiro vence sempre quem tem mais dinheiro
Eça de QueirósThe art of economics consists in looking not merely at the immediate but at the longer effects of any act or policy; it consists in tracing the consequences of that policy not merely for one group but for all groups.
Henry HazlittMots clés money politician global wonk
Consider the value of doing what you love and being paid for it!
This is truly a golfer’s dream.
If money’s the god people worship, I’d rather go worship the devil instead.
Jess C. ScottMots clés humor money devil society god work religion humour sarcasm satan materialism worship rat-race working sarcastic-quotes commercialism job mm rockstar sarcastic bromance sarcastic-humor core core-of-the-soul core-values yaoi
[Poem: Slates of Grey]
Sullen faces like slates of grey—
What I’d seen on a walk today.
Bodies rushing bodies bolting
Time for life a disregarding.
Money to make and to grow old
What about the hands to hold?
Deadlines, projects, people to meet
What about our own two feet.
Sullen faces like slates of grey...
What I’d see most anyday.
Mots clés life money happiness life-experience spiritual work life-lessons rat-race working city job city-life
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