Witty Quotes About Money Novels & Stories

“I don’t want your money, Cato. I’ve never wanted your money, and I’ll never want it.” “Right.” She pressed her lips tightly together before she spoke. “Not all people are obsessed with money, Cato. Not everyone needs overwhelming security like you do. Truly happy people can have nothing and feel perfectly content. Only sad people need a billion dollars to feel secure.” “I’m worth six billion.” She rolled her eyes. “Is that supposed to impress me?” “Impresses everyone else.”

"Well, I remember talking about paying over six hundred million for the said property, I still feel dizzy thinking about the price," "You are such a mood, the money is not that big," "Yeah, to you, you are a billionaire, after all, it's will do nothing to your account, but me, I don't even have a quarter of that to my name, God, did I come to this life to look at rich people?"

“The accountants are on me for it. There's money missing from the account.” “Well, it's a slush fund, right? Money's always moving around in those.” Toby sipped on his coffee. “Besides, they're billionaires. I doubt it's anything. It's not like they're going to miss a few dollars out of their Scrooge McDuck swimming pool vaults.”

If the money inside the account is high enough, I would continue to care for him. "After all, money is everything." I had no idea what made that statement feel funny to me. Still, I suddenly burst out into laughter. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Cissy stared at me like I was a weirdo. "What is it, Wendy? Don't laugh at me. Everyone here has a story, right?" She took a deep drag of her cigarette before releasing a cloud of smoke that obscured her face from my view. "Money is the most important thing in the world."

“Gentlemen, let’s be reasonable. I can offer you a substantial amount of money to let me stay free while my cases are ongoing. It wouldn’t be fair for me to stay in jail, knowing I’m innocent.” The officers exchange a glance as they smirk. One of them says in a mocking tone, “It’s funny. But Mr. Whitlock, we’ve been hearing a lot about your deteriorating wealth, so how can you pay us?” That strikes a nerve. I hiss, “I may have lost billions, but I still have billions! I am far from being bankrupt!” But,... if I don’t make a comeback soon, the remaining billions I bragged about will vanish in no time.

The people who still anticipated the results below the stage couldn’t resist rolling their eyes at the old man. Suddenly, everyone started speaking loudly. “Do you see that? Here’s someone who doesn’t listen to the kind advice of others and ends up suffering…” “Thankfully, I don’t have that much money. Otherwise, I would end up like him.” “When Xyla first said this object wasn’t good, I really thought she had misjudged it this time…” “I’m feeling dizzy… This old man is done for. 180 million dollars has gone down the drain.” “Haha. Not exactly, right? He can’t at least make a few rings out of it, can’t he? Can’t he still earn earn million?”

Elliona says proudly accompanied by a sip of her cold chocolate Clara turns her eyeballs and sees her best friend again showing her the bad side of money, money, and money. "Money.. Money... and more money. Again- again you're crazy of whealth.." "15% of stock in Luxury Gold Corporation will be mine" cut Elliona quickly "DON'T GO CRAZY?" Clara sreams tightly making almost all visitors in the café stare at them. "Sstt! Slow down a little bit of your voice Clara Jane. You're embarrassing me huh, damn it". Elliona can only smile clumsily at other visitors

She wanted to show her robot and let Alex knew how amazing her life has been. "First of all, I am rich; as in very rich. I have so much money that I don't even feel bad to boast about it. I could spend it any way I want but I would not go broke. Others say, money can't buy happiness, but I am utterly delighted whenever my orders get delivered to my doorstep. Do you know that saying that says, an apple a day keeps the doctors away? I have my own version of that. One adds to cart a day, keep the sadness away."

I slapped the kid on the shoulder, “Sure I know you. So how is it you have so much money to piss away on ale tonight?” He grinned at me, “I did a job!” He crowed. “Easiest f.ucking money I ever made!” “Yeah? Good for you! Who hired you?” He held up a finger, and belched before he managed to say, "That's for me to know, and you to wonder about!” And then he chortled with laughter at his own wit. He started to pick up his cup again, but I snatched it from his fat, lax fingers.

“Well, I was hoping they could help with the expenses.” “You stingy bastard,” I huffed, standing up straight to jab him on the chest with my finger. “You’re rich. Don’t lie and say you aren’t I googled your net worth! Why are you so bothered with money when you’re drowning in it?” This time, he looked confused. He tells me, “It’s the golden rule of getting rich. Don’t spend money even if you earned it.” “Wrong, dingus.” I snap. Correcting him, I start jabbing his forehead. “The saying is ‘Spend your money after you’ve earned it.’ It’s not don’t spend it, you buffoon! A money not spent is money just wasting away.”