Everything we get, outside of the free gifts of nature, must in some way be paid for.

The biggest price you pay for love is that you have to have somebody around, you can't be on your own, wich is always so much better.

Life has no bargains. Everything that you get that's worthy of having has a price upon it.

Happiness has got to be paid for. You're paying for it, Mr. Watson–paying because you happen to be too much interested in beauty. I was too much interested in truth; I paid too.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

Whatever you have received more than others in health, in talents, in ability, in success, in a pleasant childhood, in harmonious conditions of home life, all this you must not take to yourself as a matter of course. You must pay a price for it. You must render in return an unusually great sacrifice of your life for other life.

One can’t have something for nothing. Happiness has got to be paid for. You’re paying for it, Mr. Watson - paying because you happen to be too much interested in beauty.

If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price.

Self-respect is a question of recognizing that anything worth having,has a price.

People always get what they want. But there is a price for everything. Failures are either those who do not know what they want or are not prepared to pay the price asked them. The price varies from individual to individual. Some get things at bargain-sale prices, others only at famine prices. But it is no use grumbling. Whatever price you are asked, you must pay.

The value of a thing sometimes lies not in what one attains with it, but in what one pays for it - what it costs us.

You're going to pay a price for every bloody thing you do and everything you don't do. You don't get to choose to not pay a price. You get to choose which poison you're going to take. That's it.

One pays dearly for any kind of mastery on earth, where perhaps one pays too dearly for everything; one is master of one's trade at the price of also being its victim.

Love to be real, it must cost — it must hurt — it must empty us of self.