“Eileen! Go talk to him!” Mother pinched me on the arm and I winced, shooting her a glare. “Isn’t that the handsome young man your sister was going on and on about the other day?”
“Yes, I believe so. But, mother—” Alas, I was cut off from speaking.
“No buts, dear! Go, go! I like how he looks, he seems very polite. And isn’t he set to inherit his father’s estate? Old man Burke, correct?”
I rolled my eyes and started to protest again, because I honestly didn’t want to talk to James Burke no matter how much wealth he possessed or was going to possess—he was rather rude and unpleasant company to be around. However mother shoved me forward into the middle of the room and somehow thought the movement would look natural to the others milling about in the guest hall. It didn’t.
James locked eyes with me and smiled, crystal clear blue eyes shining. Perfect. Just when I was about to scurry away. “Good evening, Miss Dawson.” He bowed, pressing his lips to the back of my hand.
I sighed, silently vowing to try and make the best of this horrid situation. “Good evening, James.”
In this new, golden town, wealth was everything. It was a constant annoyance when it came up in conversation so bluntly at every party, the deciding factor between ¨I knew I liked you¨ and ¨oh sorry, it’s my mom, I have to take this.¨ It disgusted me. My family never came close to fitting the category of ‘poor’, but we certainly were’t rolling in it either, and we were judged for it. I could tell.
so tolstoy talks about wealthy and poor people and their happiness and misery and it saddens me that my first association was monetary wealth. rather than wealth of ideas or experiences or social contacts. i’d rather have a rainbow than a pot of gold
Wealth is a funny thing. It makes people crazy to not have it, but it makes them crazy when they do have it. I don’t know which is worse, not having enough or having too much,
The poor of this world. Wealthy doesn’t sound as snobby as rich– it implies an earned fortune as opposed to one composed of ill-gotten gains or simply inherited.
My eyes narrowed as I realized that he had so many things that could benefit us. He had wealth, a stable life, as well as so many others. Adding him to the team would be good, but It may also create tension between every one else.
Her father desired fame and wealth more than anyone in the family. He always wanted his name on papers and on television. His family grew introverted, preferring seclude themselves from his addiction. Soon, debts arose like daisies through snow. She always hated spring. Because while some people believe spring was the season of things starting, for her–it was hell spreading out its gates for them. They’re still in the 5th circle yet she feels sick enough, drowning in a world of doubt and betrayal. She wants it all to stop. But what good could a child’s naive wish do to five years of endless trials?
The wealth of the kingdom was at stake. The prince to be had squandered much of it and now the King and Queen were at a loss for how to recover. They normally ruled in such a manner that their subjects adored them – nearly worshipped them. But now…now, what will they think when they find out the money is gone?
Richness, the life goal of many these days. The end point is what everyone can see. Rich, poor, old young. To be successful is what seems to be most important in life. But what really should matter is the means. The journey.
Wealth means so many things to different people. For some, it is the material things that they gather in their lifetimes. For some, it is richness of culture or experiences. For some, it is a life well-lived and a life well-loved.
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“I marry you not because of your wealth, but I have agreed to marry you because I truly love you, and I know that it is God’s will for my life”, she said to him as they sat on the couch with there parents there. They had just broke the news upon coming in from the beach.
” I know,” he said tenderly, looking into her eyes,” you love me. I read it’s true every time I look into your eyes. And thank you sir, for giving your blessing and treasure to me. I will never regret the choice I have made, and I will live and love so that she will not either,” he said turning to her father.
” I have complete trust in you and know you will take care if her”, the father said looking at them with a happy light in his eyes, yet there was a look of sadness in them,”you have a good enough job as to provide the means for the both of you to live on and most of all, you love the Lord with all your heart. I know you will train my grandchildren to love and serve him too.”
” Yes sir that is the desire of my heart, as I know is the same with your daughter and my treasure,” he replied, looking down at her.
” Yes,” she said sweetly.
She’d invested well. Her stock was stable and ran so high the Dow Jones could keep track of it. Her portfolio was diverse and the dividends were enough for her to live off comfortably. She had barely $50 to her name but she had accumulated wealth beyond measure on those intangible things.
Capitalist patriachy hetronormativity,
Does money make you happy?
Perhaps we should look into contentment capital
Not the dollors in our wallets
The wealthiest among us are no
Wealth not always measured in money. Riches in family, friends, peace of mine, nature’s beauty and wonder. Spread the wealth and broaden the definition.
One must have money to have wealth. Wealth is basically if someone is rich and is able to have a lot of fancy acomadations for themselves and is full of money.
In the dream I sat at a table of fine sushi in a room of expensive yet well balanced decor, surrounded by nothing if not the most excellent service. A Japanese woman with silky black hair asks me my name, I tell her. I know it means “mirror” in her language. She looks to my husband and then looks to me and says I am indeed a compliment to him. That my name reflects this well. Her polite cheerfulness feels insidious, it rubs me the wrong way and I get up to leave, suddenly I’m in car with a friend I don’t actually know driving up the side of a mountain. We arrive at a wealthy neighborhood and climb stairs through a series of stacked homes, one floor after another the expanse of space and the luxury contained within tops itself. I keep climbing, not to find the place where I can finally rest on my own floor decadence, but to find the roof. To find air. And when I do I’m transported to a place where I walk along a dry river bed that suddenly is flush with water. It’s beautiful and I stop to take a photo of the river surging at twilight. Little do I know that the flood waters are arriving from another direction until it is too late and I’m caught up in the force of rising waters. I don’t panic, rather I tell myself to wake up, and when I do there is a name, not a mirror, but a real name on the tip of my tongue that my mind wants to speak, to give weight. But it’s his name and I will not say it.
He was a wealth of knowledge and resources, and she couldn’t get enough. She would follow him back each day, sometimes running to catch up, bursting with questions she hadn’t been able to ask.
Wealth may be not as it seems.
I feel I would only want enough to keep me safe from emergencies and give the rest away.
It would be too scary otherwise.
To have power that is unwanted.
Money should not be like that.
Oh well.
He did not live the life of a wealthy man, by any measure, but kept to himself and only left the house to shop for groceries or walk his dog. It was only after he died that his lawyer, clearing up his affairs on behalf of a family that had lost both contact and interest, found the suitcase under his bed, packet with diamonds. A letter and notebook in the same suitcase described the process by which he had fabricated those diamonds, and his desire that the process should be public so that all mankind could benefit.
I had a wealth of ideas to share, especially at staff meetings. This is the One Word web site and it makes you type very quickly. It only gives you 60 seconds to write your thoughts.
wealth can kill the best of people. relationships and people will come and go. the worst is when money is responsisble. sometimes people cant get the best medical care about of the aspect of money. someone you love is then stripped away. money destorys all of humanity.
I’m not what you would call “conventionally wealthy” but I don’t think she minds.
If I could, I would take her where ever her heart desired, I’d give her anything she wanted.
I give her all of my heart and I hope that’s enough.
Is it something that has a real meaning, weath. Does it correlate with health?
Wealth in money or love or freedom
Wealth in Stealth
No, just me, wealthy in unwealthiness.
Power is one thing all people think of. Power comes in many forms. Some people care about power more than others. For some people power comes in the form of money. Those are the people I’m most scare of. Those are the people who don’t stop.
Such a relative term. Are we speaking monetarily? Are we measuring knowledge?
Monetary wealth is distributed among the ones who need it least and withheld from those who need it most. A wealth of knowledge, now that can exceed the norm when it comes down to distribution.
We yearn for it, we seek it out and when we have it in our possession, what we do with it makes all the difference.
wealth is different depending on the person. a lot of people define wealth as financial but some people see themselves as wealthy because of a family, enjoyment of a good hobby, or because they have deep relationships with friends. find your personal wealth, even if it’s not financial, and live it.
She always knew they were poor. And if she ever forgot it, the children in school reminded her. Worn out leggings and shirts bought at second hand stores. She would look at other girls and feel a depth of despair no child should know. She stood out in the crowd, but for all the wrong reasons.
However, when she walked towards her mother’s car after school, she felt all of the disappointment wash away. Her mother would smile and turn up the radio, and they would sing all the way home. No amount of wealth would she trade for those moments.
“Eileen! Go talk to him!” Mother pinched me on the arm and I winced, shooting her a glare. “Isn’t that the handsome young man your sister was going on and on about the other day?”
“Yes, I believe so. But, mother—” Alas, I was cut off from speaking.
“No buts, dear! Go, go! I like how he looks, he seems very polite. And isn’t he set to inherit his father’s estate? Old man Burke, correct?”
I rolled my eyes and started to protest again, because I honestly didn’t want to talk to James Burke no matter how much wealth he possessed or was going to possess—he was rather rude and unpleasant company to be around. However mother shoved me forward into the middle of the room and somehow thought the movement would look natural to the others milling about in the guest hall. It didn’t.
James locked eyes with me and smiled, crystal clear blue eyes shining. Perfect. Just when I was about to scurry away. “Good evening, Miss Dawson.” He bowed, pressing his lips to the back of my hand.
I sighed, silently vowing to try and make the best of this horrid situation. “Good evening, James.”
wealth is all anybody can ever keep their minds on. it disgusts me. health is something nobody can really try to rely on. its not just, to me. @grldg
In this new, golden town, wealth was everything. It was a constant annoyance when it came up in conversation so bluntly at every party, the deciding factor between ¨I knew I liked you¨ and ¨oh sorry, it’s my mom, I have to take this.¨ It disgusted me. My family never came close to fitting the category of ‘poor’, but we certainly were’t rolling in it either, and we were judged for it. I could tell.
Wealth is not something I aspire to run after. It’s just too superficial and mainstream. Money can’t buy everything.
so tolstoy talks about wealthy and poor people and their happiness and misery and it saddens me that my first association was monetary wealth. rather than wealth of ideas or experiences or social contacts. i’d rather have a rainbow than a pot of gold
Wealth is a funny thing. It makes people crazy to not have it, but it makes them crazy when they do have it. I don’t know which is worse, not having enough or having too much,
The poor of this world. Wealthy doesn’t sound as snobby as rich– it implies an earned fortune as opposed to one composed of ill-gotten gains or simply inherited.
My eyes narrowed as I realized that he had so many things that could benefit us. He had wealth, a stable life, as well as so many others. Adding him to the team would be good, but It may also create tension between every one else.
John look at his fathers wealth. Man he hated his father.
his used his wealth to bride officials
Her father desired fame and wealth more than anyone in the family. He always wanted his name on papers and on television. His family grew introverted, preferring seclude themselves from his addiction. Soon, debts arose like daisies through snow. She always hated spring. Because while some people believe spring was the season of things starting, for her–it was hell spreading out its gates for them. They’re still in the 5th circle yet she feels sick enough, drowning in a world of doubt and betrayal. She wants it all to stop. But what good could a child’s naive wish do to five years of endless trials?
Money can get you women, get you things, wine, bourbon, whiskey, gin, tequila, vodka… Money can get you many things.
The wealth of the kingdom was at stake. The prince to be had squandered much of it and now the King and Queen were at a loss for how to recover. They normally ruled in such a manner that their subjects adored them – nearly worshipped them. But now…now, what will they think when they find out the money is gone?
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Richness, the life goal of many these days. The end point is what everyone can see. Rich, poor, old young. To be successful is what seems to be most important in life. But what really should matter is the means. The journey.
wealth is not riches or jewels but the things in life that you cherish.
if you have wealth you have money. you could be called wealthy. are you wealthy?
Wealth means so many things to different people. For some, it is the material things that they gather in their lifetimes. For some, it is richness of culture or experiences. For some, it is a life well-lived and a life well-loved.
bread meat fich son with purple the at study have she he him speak fench portuguese french apple blue one two italien come buy sell dollar homework husband wife want read write do make book table chocolate candy daugther flower
“I marry you not because of your wealth, but I have agreed to marry you because I truly love you, and I know that it is God’s will for my life”, she said to him as they sat on the couch with there parents there. They had just broke the news upon coming in from the beach.
” I know,” he said tenderly, looking into her eyes,” you love me. I read it’s true every time I look into your eyes. And thank you sir, for giving your blessing and treasure to me. I will never regret the choice I have made, and I will live and love so that she will not either,” he said turning to her father.
” I have complete trust in you and know you will take care if her”, the father said looking at them with a happy light in his eyes, yet there was a look of sadness in them,”you have a good enough job as to provide the means for the both of you to live on and most of all, you love the Lord with all your heart. I know you will train my grandchildren to love and serve him too.”
” Yes sir that is the desire of my heart, as I know is the same with your daughter and my treasure,” he replied, looking down at her.
” Yes,” she said sweetly.
She’d invested well. Her stock was stable and ran so high the Dow Jones could keep track of it. Her portfolio was diverse and the dividends were enough for her to live off comfortably. She had barely $50 to her name but she had accumulated wealth beyond measure on those intangible things.
Capitalist patriachy hetronormativity,
Does money make you happy?
Perhaps we should look into contentment capital
Not the dollors in our wallets
The wealthiest among us are no
Can a flower gain more riches than another? Is a rose more wealthy than a dandelion? No. For all flowers are qual. Are men?
Wealth not always measured in money. Riches in family, friends, peace of mine, nature’s beauty and wonder. Spread the wealth and broaden the definition.
One must have money to have wealth. Wealth is basically if someone is rich and is able to have a lot of fancy acomadations for themselves and is full of money.
In the dream I sat at a table of fine sushi in a room of expensive yet well balanced decor, surrounded by nothing if not the most excellent service. A Japanese woman with silky black hair asks me my name, I tell her. I know it means “mirror” in her language. She looks to my husband and then looks to me and says I am indeed a compliment to him. That my name reflects this well. Her polite cheerfulness feels insidious, it rubs me the wrong way and I get up to leave, suddenly I’m in car with a friend I don’t actually know driving up the side of a mountain. We arrive at a wealthy neighborhood and climb stairs through a series of stacked homes, one floor after another the expanse of space and the luxury contained within tops itself. I keep climbing, not to find the place where I can finally rest on my own floor decadence, but to find the roof. To find air. And when I do I’m transported to a place where I walk along a dry river bed that suddenly is flush with water. It’s beautiful and I stop to take a photo of the river surging at twilight. Little do I know that the flood waters are arriving from another direction until it is too late and I’m caught up in the force of rising waters. I don’t panic, rather I tell myself to wake up, and when I do there is a name, not a mirror, but a real name on the tip of my tongue that my mind wants to speak, to give weight. But it’s his name and I will not say it.
This word signs richness. rich people ar ewealth people who have a lot of money. Being wealth can make you happy.
He was a wealth of knowledge and resources, and she couldn’t get enough. She would follow him back each day, sometimes running to catch up, bursting with questions she hadn’t been able to ask.
Wealth may be not as it seems.
I feel I would only want enough to keep me safe from emergencies and give the rest away.
It would be too scary otherwise.
To have power that is unwanted.
Money should not be like that.
Oh well.
He did not live the life of a wealthy man, by any measure, but kept to himself and only left the house to shop for groceries or walk his dog. It was only after he died that his lawyer, clearing up his affairs on behalf of a family that had lost both contact and interest, found the suitcase under his bed, packet with diamonds. A letter and notebook in the same suitcase described the process by which he had fabricated those diamonds, and his desire that the process should be public so that all mankind could benefit.
I had a wealth of ideas to share, especially at staff meetings. This is the One Word web site and it makes you type very quickly. It only gives you 60 seconds to write your thoughts.
wealth can kill the best of people. relationships and people will come and go. the worst is when money is responsisble. sometimes people cant get the best medical care about of the aspect of money. someone you love is then stripped away. money destorys all of humanity.
I’m not what you would call “conventionally wealthy” but I don’t think she minds.
If I could, I would take her where ever her heart desired, I’d give her anything she wanted.
I give her all of my heart and I hope that’s enough.
Is it something that has a real meaning, weath. Does it correlate with health?
Wealth in money or love or freedom
Wealth in Stealth
No, just me, wealthy in unwealthiness.
Money that is used but not fully dissipated. The continual flow of money.
Power is one thing all people think of. Power comes in many forms. Some people care about power more than others. For some people power comes in the form of money. Those are the people I’m most scare of. Those are the people who don’t stop.
Such a relative term. Are we speaking monetarily? Are we measuring knowledge?
Monetary wealth is distributed among the ones who need it least and withheld from those who need it most. A wealth of knowledge, now that can exceed the norm when it comes down to distribution.
We yearn for it, we seek it out and when we have it in our possession, what we do with it makes all the difference.
wealth is different depending on the person. a lot of people define wealth as financial but some people see themselves as wealthy because of a family, enjoyment of a good hobby, or because they have deep relationships with friends. find your personal wealth, even if it’s not financial, and live it.
She always knew they were poor. And if she ever forgot it, the children in school reminded her. Worn out leggings and shirts bought at second hand stores. She would look at other girls and feel a depth of despair no child should know. She stood out in the crowd, but for all the wrong reasons.
However, when she walked towards her mother’s car after school, she felt all of the disappointment wash away. Her mother would smile and turn up the radio, and they would sing all the way home. No amount of wealth would she trade for those moments.