Ayn Rand

Atlas Shrugged

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  • Achilleshas quoted4 years ago
    "What is morality?" she asked.

    "Judgment to distinguish right and wrong, vision to see the truth, courage to act upon it, dedication to that which is good, integrity to stand by the good at any price. But where does one find it?"
  • Ian Bytchekhas quoted3 days ago
    You knew it—she had told herself severely—you knew what it would be like when you made your choice. And dragging her body, like an unwilling weight, out of bed to face an unwelcome day, she would whisper: All right, even this.
  • Ian Bytchekhas quoted3 days ago
    The month behind her had gone, leaving nothing but the blank of dead time.
  • Ian Bytchekhas quoted4 days ago
    In place of a love made by the brilliant fire of hero worship, she was left with the gnawing drabness of pity.
  • Ian Bytchekhas quoted9 days ago
    She fell asleep, lying there, her hand clasping his. Her last awareness, before she surrendered the responsibility of consciousness, was the sense of an enormous void, the void of a city and of a continent where she would never be able to find the man whom she had no right to seek.
  • Ian Bytchekhas quoted9 days ago
    What you’ll give him is not taken away from me, it’s what I’ve never had.
  • Ian Bytchekhas quoted11 days ago
    For the first time since her return, she felt pain, a violent pain, but it made her alive, because it was worth feeling.
  • Ian Bytchekhas quoted17 days ago
    He glanced at her and added slowly, a slight emphasis as sole change in the impersonal tone of his voice, “No one’s happiness but my own is in my power to achieve or to destroy.
  • Ian Bytchekhas quoted23 days ago
    Their choice amazed everybody but me: modern thinkers considered it unnecessary to perceive reality, and modern physicists considered it unnecessary to think.
  • Ian Bytchekhas quoted25 days ago
    It was her voice, more than her words, that made him stop: her voice was low, it had no quality of emotion, only of a sinking weight, and its sole color was some dragging undertone, like an inner echo, resembling a threat; it was the voice of the plea of a person who still retains a concept of honor, but is long past caring for it: “You want to hold me here, don’t you?”
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