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.”

— Page 223–“If you don’t understand, the thing to do is not to get frightened, however to find out.”
—-“Individuals

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.”

—-“I swear

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.”

—-“I began my life with a single absolute: that the world was mine to shape in the image of my highest values and never to be quit to a lesser standard, no matter the length of time or hard the struggle.”
—-“If you

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.”

—-“A guy’s

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.”

— Page 78–“Contradictions do not exist. Whenever you think that you are dealing with a contradiction, inspect your premises. You will discover that a person of them is incorrect.”
—-“If you

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.”

—-“Dedication to the

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.”

—-“Never ever think of

pain or danger or enemies a minute longer than is essential to combat them.”

—-“The man

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.”

—-“She did

not know the nature of her solitude. The only words that called it were: This is not the world I expected.”

—-“Let me provide you

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.”

— Page 45–“Who is John Galt?”
—-“I never

discovered charm in longing for the impossible and never ever found the possible to be beyond my reach.”

—-“What greater wealth is there than to own your life and to spend it on growing? Every living thing need to grow. It can’t stand still. It needs to grow or die. “—-” I believe, for that reason I’ll believe
.”—-“Run for your life from any man
who tells you that cash is wicked. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter. “—-“Live and act within the limit of your knowledge and keep broadening it to the limit of your life.”—-” Learn to distinguish the distinction between mistakes of knowledge and breaches of morality. A mistake of knowledge

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

not need the predated self-confidence of others.”—- “Happiness is the objective of existence, and happiness is not to be stumbled
upon, however to be achieved, and the act of treason is to let its vision drown in the overload of the moment’s
torture

.”—-“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

manages his presence, a consistent process of getting understanding and shaping matter to fit one’s purpose, of equating an idea into physical type, of remaking the earth in the image of one’s values– that all work is innovative work if done by a believing mind, and no work is innovative if done by a blank who duplicates in uncritical stupor a regular he has actually learned from others– that your work is yours to pick, and the option is as broad as your mind, that nothing more is possible to you and absolutely nothing less is human– that to cheat your way into a job bigger than your mind can deal with is to become a fear-corroded ape on obtained motions and obtained time, and to settle into a job that needs less than your mind’s complete capacity is to cut your motor and sentence yourself to another kind of motion: decay– that your work is the process of achieving your values, and to lose your aspiration for worths is to lose your aspiration to live– that your body is a machine, however your mind is its motorist, and you should drive as far as your mind will take you, with accomplishment as the goal of your road– that the male who has no function is a machine that coasts downhill at the mercy of any stone to crash in the very first opportunity ditch, that the man who suppresses his mind is a stalled maker gradually going to rust, that the guy who lets a leader prescribe his course is a wreck being hauled to the scrap load, and the guy who makes another guy his goal is a hitchhiker no motorist need to ever pick up– that your work is the function of your life, and you should speed past any killer who presumes the right to stop you, that any worth you might find outdoors your work, any other loyalty or love, can be just travelers you select to share your journey and must be tourists going on their own power in the same instructions.”—-“Money is just a tool. It will take you any place you wish, but it will not replace you as the driver.”—-“What is male? He’s just a collection of chemicals with deceptions of magnificence.”—- “It is not death that we
want to prevent, but life that we wish to live.”—- “Do you know the trademark of a second rater? It’s resentment of another male’s
accomplishment. Those sensitive mediocrities who sit shivering lest someone’s work show higher than their own– they have no notion of the

solitude that comes when you arrive. The isolation for an equivalent– for

a mind to

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

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