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Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
5.0
“The only justification of private property…is public service.”
“The sounds were like a voice saying: There is no necessity for pain- why, then, is the worst pain reserved for those who will not accept its necessity?- we who hold the love and the secret of joy, to what punishment have we been sentenced for it, and by whom?…The sounds of torture became defiance, the statement of agony became a hymn to a distant vision for whose sake anything was worth enduring, even this. It was the song of rebellion-and of a desperate quest.”
“That kind of smile did not belong in the pages of a newspaper. It was the smile of a man who is able to see, to know and to create the glory of existence. It was the mocking, challenging smile of a brilliant intelligence.”
“I intend to make my own chance.”
“The man who entered was a stranger. He was young, tall and something about him suggested violence, thought she could not say what it was, because the first trail one grasped about him was a quality of self-control that seemed almost arrogant. he had dark eyes, disheveled hair, and his clothes were expensive, but worn as if he did not care or notice what he wore.”
“It was as if the centuries had sifted the familie’s qualities through a fine mesh, had discarded the irrelevant, the inconsequential, the weak and had let nothing through except pure talent; as if chance, for one, had achieved ann entity devoid of the accidential.”
“That boy is vulnerable. He has too great a capacity for koy. What will he do with it in a world where there’s so little occasion for it?”
“Standing on the hillside, in the first moment of seeing him again, she grasped suddenly the nature of that world which they, together, held against all others. It was only an instant’s pause, she felt her cotton skirt beating in the wind against her knees, felt the sun on her eyelids, and the upward thrust of such an immense relief that she thought she would rise weightless, through the wind.
“It was sudden sense of freedom and safety-because she realized that she knew nothing about the events of his life, had never known and would never need to know. The world of chance- of families, meals, schools, people, of aimless people dragging the load of some unknown guilt-was not theirs, could not change him, could not matter. He and she had never spoken of the things that happened to them, but only of what the thought and of what they would do…”
“The sounds were like a voice saying: There is no necessity for pain- why, then, is the worst pain reserved for those who will not accept its necessity?- we who hold the love and the secret of joy, to what punishment have we been sentenced for it, and by whom?…The sounds of torture became defiance, the statement of agony became a hymn to a distant vision for whose sake anything was worth enduring, even this. It was the song of rebellion-and of a desperate quest.”
“That kind of smile did not belong in the pages of a newspaper. It was the smile of a man who is able to see, to know and to create the glory of existence. It was the mocking, challenging smile of a brilliant intelligence.”
“I intend to make my own chance.”
“The man who entered was a stranger. He was young, tall and something about him suggested violence, thought she could not say what it was, because the first trail one grasped about him was a quality of self-control that seemed almost arrogant. he had dark eyes, disheveled hair, and his clothes were expensive, but worn as if he did not care or notice what he wore.”
“It was as if the centuries had sifted the familie’s qualities through a fine mesh, had discarded the irrelevant, the inconsequential, the weak and had let nothing through except pure talent; as if chance, for one, had achieved ann entity devoid of the accidential.”
“That boy is vulnerable. He has too great a capacity for koy. What will he do with it in a world where there’s so little occasion for it?”
“Standing on the hillside, in the first moment of seeing him again, she grasped suddenly the nature of that world which they, together, held against all others. It was only an instant’s pause, she felt her cotton skirt beating in the wind against her knees, felt the sun on her eyelids, and the upward thrust of such an immense relief that she thought she would rise weightless, through the wind.
“It was sudden sense of freedom and safety-because she realized that she knew nothing about the events of his life, had never known and would never need to know. The world of chance- of families, meals, schools, people, of aimless people dragging the load of some unknown guilt-was not theirs, could not change him, could not matter. He and she had never spoken of the things that happened to them, but only of what the thought and of what they would do…”