Quotes with Page Number Atlas Shrugged
Quotes with Page Number Atlas Shrugged
“Do not let your fire head out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonesome disappointment for the life you was worthy of and have never ever been able to reach. The world you want can be won. It exists. it is real. it is possible. it’s yours.”
think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I have actually learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, due to the fact that one surrenders one’s reality to the individual to whom one lies, making that individual one’s master, condemning oneself after that to fabricating the sort of truth that individual’s view needs to be faked … The man who lies to the world, is the world’s servant after that … There are no white lies, there is just the blackest of damage, and a white lie is the blackest of all.”
by my life and my love of it that I will never ever live for the sake of another guy, nor ask another man to live for mine.”
saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms shivering however still attempting to hold the world up with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the much heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders– What would you tell him?”I. don’t know. What … could he do? What would you tell him?”To shrug.”
sexual option is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions … He will always be brought in to the lady who reflects his inmost vision of himself, the woman whose surrender allows him to experience a sense of self-esteem. The man who is happily particular of his own value, will want the highest kind of female he can discover, the woman he admires, the greatest, the hardest to dominate– due to the fact that just the ownership of a heroine will provide him the sense of an achievement.”
tell a beautiful lady that she is gorgeous, what have you provided her? It’s no more than a reality and it has actually cost you nothing. But if you tell an awful woman that she is gorgeous, you provide her the great tribute of damaging the idea of charm. To love a female for her virtues is meaningless. She’s made it, it’s a payment, not a gift. But to enjoy her for her vices is a genuine present, unearned and undeserved. To enjoy her for her vices is to defile all virtue for her sake– which is a real tribute of love, due to the fact that you compromise your conscience, your factor, your stability and your invaluable self-confidence.”
truth is the trademark of morality; there is no greater, nobler, more heroic kind of dedication than the act of a male who assumes the responsibility of thinking.”
pain or danger or enemies a minute longer than is essential to combat them.”
who declines to judge, who neither concurs nor disagrees, who states that there are no absolutes and thinks that he escapes obligation, is the guy accountable for all the blood that is now spilled in the world. Truth is an outright, presence is an absolute, a speck of dust is an absolute therefore is a human life. Whether you live or pass away is an absolute. Whether you have a piece of bread or not, is an absolute. Whether you consume your bread or see it disappear into a looter’s stomach, is an absolute.There are two sides to every problem: one side is ideal and the other is wrong, but the middle is always wicked. The man who is wrong still retains some respect for truth, if just by accepting the duty of option. However the man in the middle is the knave who blanks out the fact in order to pretend that no option or worths exist, who is willing to remain the course of any fight, happy to capitalize the blood of the innocent or to crawl on his stubborn belly to the guilty, who dispenses justice by condemning both the burglar and the robbed to jail, who solves disputes by ordering the thinker and the fool to satisfy each other halfway. In any compromise in between food and poison, it is just death that can win. In any compromise between great and evil, it is only wicked that can profit. Because transfusion of blood which drains pipes the great to feed the evil, the compromise is the sending rubber tube.”
not know the nature of her solitude. The only words that called it were: This is not the world I expected.”
a tip on a clue to guys’s characters: the male who damns cash has actually acquired it dishonorably; the man who appreciates it has made it.”
discovered charm in longing for the impossible and never ever found the possible to be beyond my reach.”
is not an ethical flaw, offered you want to remedy it; only a mystic would judge humans by the standard of a difficult, automatic omniscience. But a breach of morality is the conscious option of an action you understand to be evil, or a willful evasion of understanding, a suspension of sight and of thought. That which you do not understand, is not an ethical charge versus you; but that which you refuse to know, is an account of infamy growing in your soul. Make every allowance for mistakes of knowledge; do not forgive or accept any break of morality.”—-“There is no such thing as a lousy task– only poor males who do not care to do it.”—-“If one’s actions are sincere, one does
.”—-“Efficiency is your acceptance of morality, your acknowledgment of the fact that you choose to live– that efficient work is the process by which man’s consciousness
solitude that comes when you arrive. The isolation for an equivalent– for
respect and an achievement to admire. They bare their teeth at you from out of their rat holes, believing that you take pleasure in letting your luster dim them– while you ‘d offer a year of my life to see a flicker of talent anywhere amongst them. They envy achievement, and their dream of success is a world where all males have become their recognized inferiors. They don’t understand that dream is the infallible proof of mediocrity, since that sort of world is what the man of achievement would not have the ability to bear. They have no other way of understanding what he feels when surrounded by inferiors– hatred? no, not hatred, but dullness– the terrible, helpless, draining pipes, paralyzing dullness. Of what account are appreciation and adulation from men whom you don’t appreciate? Have you ever felt the longing for somebody you could appreciate? For something, not to look down at, however approximately? “” I’ve felt everything my life, “she stated.”—-“In this world, either you’re virtuous or you enjoy yourself. Not both, girl, not both.”—— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged