261 Quotes About Classes

The only real battle in life is between hanging on and letting go.

Life curses some poor people with the love of luxury, while it blesses some with the very same thing.

--You're rather well read for a working-class girl, she said with her back to me.--Really? I've found that all my well-read friends are from the working class.--Oh my. Why do you think that is? The purity of poverty?--No. It's just that reading is the cheapest form of entertainment.--Sex is the cheapest form of entertainment.--Not in this house.

This decorum and etiquette, the whole self-stylization of the upper class, demand among other things that one does not allow oneself to be portrayed as one really is, but according to how one must appear to conform with certain hallowed conventions, remote from reality and the present time. Etiquette is the highest law not merely for the ordinary mortal, but also for the king, and in the imagination of this society even the gods accept the forms of courtly ceremonial.

Either Ault was a lot harder than my junior high had been, or I was getting dumber- I suspected both. If I wasn't literally getting dumber, I knew at least that I'd lost the glow that surrounds you when the teachers think you're one of the smart, responsible ones, that glow that shines brighter every time you raise your hand in class to say the perfect thing, or you run out of room in a blue book during an exam and have to ask for a second one.

You despise the real bourgeois classes for all their snobbishness and their snobbish voices and ways. You do, don't you? Yet all you put in their place is a horrid little refusal to have nasty thoughts or do nasty things or be nasty in any way. Do you know that every great thing in the story of art and every beautiful thing in life is actually what you call nasty or has been caused by feelings that you would call nasty? By passion, by love, by hatred, by truth. Do you know that?

The middle class were invented to give the poor hope; the poor, to make the rich feel special; the rich, to humble the middle class.

“Echo and I have class together.” Ashley brightened and pressed a hand to her belly. “Really? Which one?”“Calculus.”“Physics,” I added. “And business technology.”“Español.” Had he purposely made his voice all deep and sexy? His hand moved up a fraction of an inch and squeezed my leg, exerting delicious pressure on my inner thigh. I twisted my hair away from my neck to release some of the heat. Noah either choked on his own spit or stifled a laugh.Thankfully, my father missed the show.

The Keju is a ruse to keep uneducated peasants right where they’ve always been. You slip past the Keju, they’ll find a way to expel you anyway. The Keju keeps the lower classes sedated. It keeps us dreaming. It’s not a ladder for mobility; it’s a way to keep people like me exactly where they were born.