Author of quotes: Ayn Rand



You know, I don't like the questions women ask, but I'm not sure if I'll like one who won't let me enjoy refusing to answer them.
№ 461394   Added MegaMozg 13-01-2024 / 17:42
Short skirts are the apogee of female grace, and female elegance is the highest of arts.
№ 461120   Added Viker 13-01-2024 / 11:57
Short skirts are the apogee of female grace, and female elegance is the highest of arts.
№ 461119   Added MegaMozg 13-01-2024 / 11:57
There is no shoddy job, there are only shoddy people who are not satisfied with any job.
№ 408822   Added MegaMozg 09-12-2020 / 22:54
He liked to watch the emotions of people; they were like red lanterns hung along the dark maze of human personality, marking vulnerable points.
№ 404552   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 15:18
Now he could forgive anything and anyone, because happiness ennobles.
№ 404551   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 15:15
He thought that people were so lacking in joy and thirsting for the slightest manifestation of it, so that even for a moment they could free themselves from the dark burden of suffering, which seemed to him, who had fully exhausted this thirst, so inexplicable and unnecessary. He never understood why people should be unhappy.
№ 404550   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 14:36
She would have considered it an honor to oppose herself to a strong opponent and challenge her superiority in a merciless duel, but instead she had to struggle with dullness, mediocrity and a complete lack of professionalism. Like a huge lump of cotton wool, soft and shapeless, which could not offer the slightest resistance to anyone or anything, an insurmountable obstacle stood in her way.
№ 404549   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 14:33
Not to possess, but only to surrender; not to act, but only to react; not create, but admire. Without that, I can't go any further, Dagny thought. Without joy, we are like a car without fuel.
№ 404548   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 14:30
I like cigarettes, Miss Taggart. I like to think about the fire that a person holds in their hands. Fire, this powerful, dangerous force that a person has tamed and holds at his fingertips. I often think about those minutes when a person sits all alone, looks at the smoke of his cigarette and thinks. I have often asked myself what great accomplishments have grown out of such minutes. When a person thinks, a spark of living fire flares up in his consciousness, and at such moments the light of a smoking cigarette is, as it were, a reflection of his personality.
№ 404547   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 14:27
What do we need to understand to feel like Atlanteans? That you can't live a borrowed life, borrowed values. That you can and should change yourself, but never change yourself. That it is impossible to live for the sake of others or to demand that others live for you. That man is created for happiness, but one cannot be happy, neither guided by other people's ideas about happiness, nor at the expense of the unhappiness of others, nor at the expense of undeserved goods. You need to be responsible for your actions and their consequences. It is impossible to oppose morality and life, spiritual and material.
№ 404546   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 14:24
You have never suffered, - said a deathly look, - you have never felt anything, because to feel is only to suffer, there is no joy, there is only suffering and the absence of suffering, only suffering and zero, when you feel nothing, and I suffer , writhing from suffering - this is my purity, my virtue, and you do not writhe, do not complain. You must save me from suffering, cut up your insensitive body in order to patch mine, your cold soul, to rid mine of feelings, and we will reach the highest ideal, triumph over life, zero.
№ 404542   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 14:12
She used to eagerly await any change in her life; now the passive stranger who took her place was like all the sad people around, people who called themselves mature just because they did not try to think or desire.
№ 404541   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 14:09
She suddenly realized the incredible: this man is guilty, knows this and wants to justify himself by awakening the feeling of guilt in his victim.
№ 404540   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 14:06
If I were to indulge in vain regrets that my mistake destroyed my past, it would be the greatest betrayal, the utter bankruptcy of this truth. But if the love of truth remains my last asset, then the more I have lost, the more I can be proud of the price paid for such love. Then the wreckage of the past will not be a burial hill above me, but a peak that I climbed to gain a wider view.
№ 404539   Added MegaMozg 26-09-2020 / 14:03