Witty Quotes About Money Novels & Stories

Cole said with his face filled with despise, “Print money? If that’s the case, the money would come so slowly!” When he said that, everyone in the house looked at him as if he was a god. This guy was looking down on money-printing factories. What mad man was this? Jay said ominously, “Are you guys spending money like it’s false paper money burned as an offering to the dead?” Angeline burst into laughter. Jay had such a smart mouth. He could always infuriate someone so much.

Money makes a man. 'Without money, a man is nothing. Make money.' That is his motto. "It was a small wedding, I didn't want to interrupt your peace." I lie through my teeth and I'm a hundred percent sure he can see through my lie, just like I want him to. "Who's the unlucky lady?" He asks me, taking a seat on one of the chairs on the other side of my desk. "You wouldn't know her even if I told you," I wave the question off, and the surrounding air somehow gets suffocating.

“whoever it is, I will get to meet them eventually. For now, I am just happy that you are finally seeing life in a different light. I will gladly run your errands for you. What will it be?” “You are the main man.” I complimented. “I have always known.” He boasted. “You are so foolish.” I retorted. “Just have them called to one room, and my assistant will have their envelopes handed over to them. Say something nice, and I guess everyone will be fine.” “Do you think money solves everything?” I shook my head, “No, I know it doesn't. But gaining their freedom and ending up with some cash to start afresh. I want to believe I have played well.”

Max replied coldly, “It’s no wonder why you’re still so poor. How can you possibly make any money with your kind of mentality and consumption philosophy? Who would ever be poorer than you?” After pausing for a moment, Max said again, “What is money anyway? You have to spend the money for it to be called money. What is money if it isn’t spent? It’s only paper in the wallet and a series of numbers in the bank account. Besides that, I’ve already agreed to help you to make some money. If you can’t even afford to pay for this meal today, then I am really sorry but I don’t want you as my friend.” When Joey heard this, he quickly kept his mouth shut.

With my hand on my Versace-clad hip, my toe tapped like a metronome to a beat only I heard. "Must be sad only to have money in your corner. Too bad it belongs to your daddy and not you, or you wouldn't have to deal with the dregs of society and sully yourself with the likes of us." Her hand waved at her side like Vanna White presenting the next puzzle on Wheel of Fortune. "My spending account is larger than any salary you'll ever see. And while you may see money as the only thing in my corner, at least my corner isn't a shack on Third Avenue in the Red Light District where the light's always on."

he warned, staying close to me in case of accidents. “I wish I were as light as those notes, Jake. Then I would fly away to live in the clouds,” I said, and then I threw the money into the air. The printed paper bills flew in the air like wind, but eventually, they hit the ground, and then the passersby below were in for a spectacular night today. Jake and I were laughing like two high and crazy guys, throwing away all that money, but there was something liberating about it. I didn't miss that money because I had won it by pure luck, so I didn't mind losing some that way.

She eagerly awaited his explanation, her curiosity piqued. He smiled charmingly, “While I appreciate the material comforts that my wealth affords me, I believe that money is truly not the most important thing in life. I am driven by a desire to make a positive impact on the world, as much as I can. Not only that, but I am also driven to contribute to the betterment of society. I believe that true fulfillment comes from helping others, making a difference, and living a meaningful life.”

It seemed like he couldn't explain things to them using the usual words. Amelia hurried over. "Uncles and aunties, what my boss meant was, gold is a sure win—if you buy it, you make money. Why not make some extra cash? And from what we see now, buying it is definitely a guaranteed profit! You don't want your pension money just sitting there doing nothing, right? You gotta learn to make money with your money, that way your kids and grandkids will have a better life too!" The old man and woman burst out laughing as soon as they heard it. Only a fool wouldn't make money.

Sonnet blurted out. Johnson laughed and winked at Sonnet. “What, do you feel sorry for my money?” Sonnet rolled her eyes. “That’s your money. Why should I feel sorry for it? I’m just used to living frugally and can’t stand seeing you wasting money.”

Dad's eyes sparkled with greed and cunning as he grinned slyly. "Why worry about it? Your brother's about to marry into a wealthy family. Does a measly 500 thousand dollars really matter? That money's ours to keep—it'll be your ticket back on top. "If we play our cards right and make him feel generous, that money will be ours. Come on, let's go home! We need to plan how to use this cash cow of a son!"