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  • #1
    Ayn Rand
    “I could die for you. But I couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you.”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #2
    Ayn Rand
    “Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #3
    Ayn Rand
    “Why do they always teach us that it's easy and evil to do what we want and that we need discipline to restrain ourselves? It's the hardest thing in the world--to do what we want. And it takes the greatest kind of courage. I mean, what we really want.”
    Ayn Rand

  • #4
    Ayn Rand
    “He is free to evade reality, he is free to unfocus his mind and stumble blindly down any road he pleases, but not free to avoid the abyss he refuses to see.”
    Ayn Rand

  • #5
    Ayn Rand
    “Haven't I? - he thought. Haven't I thought of it since the first time I saw you? Haven't I thought of nothing else for two years? ...He sat motionless, looking at her. He heard the words he had never allowed himself to form, the words he had felt, known, yet had not faced, had hoped to destroy by never letting them be said within his own mind. Now it was as sudden and shocking as if he were saying it to her ...Since the first time I saw you ...Nothing but your body, that mouth of yours, and the way your eyes would look at me, if ...Through every sentence I ever said to you, through every conference you thought so safe, through the importance of all the issues we discussed ...You trusted me, didn't you? To recognize your greatness? To think of you as you deserved - as if you were a man? ...Don't you suppose I know how much I've betrayed? The only bright encounter of my life - the only person I respected - the best business man I know - my ally - my partner in a desperate battle ...The lowest of all desires - as my answer to the highest I've met ...Do you know what I am? I thought of it, because it should have been unthinkable. For that degrading need, which would never touch you, I have never wanted anyone but you ...I hadn't known what it was like, to want it, until I saw you for the first time. I had thought : Not I, I couldn't be broken by it ...Since then ...For two years ...With not a moments respite ...Do you know what it's like, to want it? Would you wish to hear what I thought when I looked at you ...When I lay awake at night ...When I hear your voice over a telephone wire ...When I worked, but could not drive it away? ...To bring you down to things you cant conceive - and to know that it's I who have done it. To reduce you to a body, to teach you an animal's pleasure, to see you need it, to see you asking me for it, to see your wonderful spirit dependent on the upon the obscenity of your need. To watch you as you are, as you face the world with your clean, proud strength - then to see you, in my bed, submitting to any infamous whim I may devise, to any act which I'll preform for the sole purpose of watching your dishonor and to which you'll submit for the sake of an unspeakable sensation ...I want you - and may I be damned for it!”
    Ayn Rand

  • #6
    Ayn Rand
    “If you tell a beautiful woman that she is beautiful, what have you given her? It's no more than a fact and it has cost you nothing. But if you tell an ugly woman that she is beautiful, you offer her the great homage of corrupting the concept of beauty. To love a woman for her virtues is meaningless. She's earned it, it's a payment, not a gift. But to love her for her vices is a real gift, unearned and undeserved. To love her for her vices is to defile all virtue for her sake - and that is a real tribute of love, because you sacrifice your conscience, your reason, your integrity and your invaluable self-esteem.”
    Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

  • #7
    Ayn Rand
    “She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.”
    Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

  • #8
    Ayn Rand
    “You have been the one encounter in my life that can never be repeated”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #9
    Ayn Rand
    “To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. That's what everybody does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul - would you understand why that's much harder?”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #10
    Ayn Rand
    “I want you, Hank. I'm much more of an animal than you think. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you - and the only thing I'm ashamed of is that I did not know it. I did not know why, for two years, the brightest moments I found were the ones in your office, where I could lift my head to look up at you. I did not know the nature of what I felt in your presence, nor the reason. I know it now. That is all I want, Hank. I want you in my bed - and you are free of me for all the rest of your time. There's nothing you'll have to pretend - don't think of me, don't feel; don't care - I do not want your mind, your will, your being or your soul, so long as it's to me you will come for that lowest one of your desires. I am an animal who wants nothing but the sensation of pleasure which you despise - but I want it from you. You'd give up amy height of virtue for it , while I - I haven't any to give up. There's none I seek or wish to reach. I am so low that I would exchange the greatest sight of beauty in the world for the sight of your figure in the cab of a railroad engine. Amd seeing it, I would not be able to see it indifferently. You don't have to fear that you're now dependent on me. It's I who will depend on any whim of yours. You'll have me anytime you wish, anywhere, on any terms. Did you call it the obscenity of my talent? It's such that it gives you a safer hold on me than on any other property you own. You may dispose of me as you please - I'm not afraid to admit it - I have nothing to protect from you and nothing to reserve. You think that this is a threat to your achievement, but it is not to mine. I will sit at my desk, and work, and when the things around me get hard to bear, I will think that for my reward I will be in your bed that night. Did you call it depravity? I am much more depraved than you are: you hold it as your guilt, and I - as my pride. I'm more proud of it than anything I've done, more proud than of building the Line. If I'm asked to name my proudest attainment, I will say: I have slept with Hank Rearden. I had earned it.”
    Ayn Rand

  • #11
    Ayn Rand
    “I love you so much that nothing can matter to me - not even you...Only my love- not your answer. Not even your indifference”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “there are worse things
    than being alone
    but it often takes
    decades to realize this
    and most often when you do
    it's too late
    and there's nothing worse
    than too late”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “We are
    Born like this
    Into this
    Into these carefully mad wars
    Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
    Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
    Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
    Born into this
    Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
    Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
    Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
    Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”
    Charles Bukowski, Factotum

  • #15
    Charles Bukowski
    “I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “There is a place in the heart that will never be filled; a space. And even during the best moments, and the greatest times, we will know it.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #17
    Charles Bukowski
    “I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
    and how you gave me everything you had
    and how I offered you what was left of me.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “You are thirty minutes late."
    "Yes."
    "Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?"
    "No."
    "Why not, pray tell?"
    "Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral.”
    Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

  • #19
    Milan Kundera
    “The man raised his glass, 'To you!'

    Can't you think of a wittier toast?'

    Something was beginning to irritate him about the girl's game. Now sitting face to face with her, he realized it wasn't just the words which were turning her into a stranger, but that her whole persona had changed, the movements of her body and her facial expression, and that she unpalatably and faithfully resembled that type of woman whom he knew so well and for whom he felt some aversion.

    And so (holding his glass in his raised hand), he corrected his toast: 'O.K., then I won't drink to you, but to your kind, in which are combined so successfully the better qualities of the animal and the worse aspects of the human being.”
    Milan Kundera, Laughable Loves
    tags: women

  • #20
    Hermann Hesse
    “What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.”
    Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

  • #21
    غسان كنفاني
    “عزيزتي غادة

    لن أنسى. كلا. فأنا ببساطة أقول لك: لم أعرف أحدا في حياتي مثلك، أبداً أبداً . لم أقترب من أحد كما اقتربت منك أبداً أبداً ولذلك لن أنساك، لا...إنك شيء نادر في حياتي. بدأت معك ويبدو لي أنني سأنتهي معك .

    "غسان كنفاني”
    غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

  • #22
    غسان كنفاني
    “وعلى مائدة الفطور تساءلتُ: هل صحيح أنهم كلهم تافهون أم أن غيابكِ فقط هو الذي يجعلهم يبدون هكذا؟”
    غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

  • #23
    غسان كنفاني
    “الفراق لا بدّ منه. فلنتلاق بانتظار أن يأتي”
    غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

  • #24
    غسان كنفاني
    “إن العمر خديعةٌ ، و إلا فكيف يمكن أن يكون عمري معك عمراً و عمري دونك عمراً أيضاً َ”
    غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

  • #25
    A.A. Milne
    “When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"

    "What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"

    "I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.

    Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.”
    A.A. Milne

  • #26
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre

  • #27
    Virginia Woolf
    “To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away...”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #28
    Virginia Woolf
    “How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #29
    Virginia Woolf
    “Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?”
    Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

  • #30
    Virginia Woolf
    “For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse



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