Cheapskate Living Quotes & Sayings

For centuries, economic thinkers, from Adam Smith to John Maynard Keynes, have tried to identify the elusive formula that makes some countries more prosperous and successful than others. My curiosity about this topic spurred me, as a young professor of economics in the late 1970s, to research new ways of measuring national competitiveness. — Klaus Schwab

About time someone dug that heart out of your butt — Ronie Kendig

I think we're all good and bad, but good's not funny. Bad is funny. Suppress the good and let the bad out, and then you can be funny. — Larry David

The surest way of spoiling a pleasure [is] to start examining your satisfaction. — C.S. Lewis

I want to." That was it. Choice. The idea hit him like a defibrillator
burst - spreading out from his chest in hot, sure waves that tore past the
indecision and stagnation of the last week. The roar in his head crackled,
then calmed, sanity returning like oxy gen to his starved Hulk brain. He
didn't have to, but he was choosing to. And may be that was what was
missing from his life - choice. He hadn't chosen to be gay. Hadn't chosen
to come out to the world. Hadn't chosen where he'd go to college - free
tuition from two professor parents made that a nondiscussion. Hadn't
chosen to come here. Hadn't chosen to stay. But this? He was choosing
this, and the freedom made his nerves jangle. — Annabeth Albert

She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone. — Anna Godbersen

I've been really, really fortunate. — Joe Biden

I love hiking, paddle boarding and listening to the Veronicas. — Bindi Irwin

It is not quite as dark here as we thought. On the contrary, the interior is pulsating with light. It is, of course, the internal light of roots, a wandering phosphorescence, tiny veins of a light marbling the darkness, an evanescent shimmer of nightmarish substances. Likewise, when we sleep, severed from the world, straying into deep introversion, on a return journey into ourselves, we can see clearly through our closed eyelids, because thoughts are kindled in us by internal tapers and smolder erratically. This is how total regressions occur, retreats into self, journeys to the roots. This is how we branch out into anamnesis and are shaken by underground subcutaneous shivers. For it is only above ground, in the light of day, that we are a trembling, articulate bundle of tunes; in the depth we disintegrate again into black murmurs, confused purring, a multitude of unfinished stories. — Bruno Schulz

For though my rhyme be ragged,
Tattered and jagged,
Rudely rain-beaten,
Rusty and moth-eaten,
If ye take well therewith,
It hath in it some pith. — John Skelton