Bird on the Breeze

“A culture is made — or destroyed — by its articulate voices.” Ayn Rand (via whoisbrass)

“Basically everything that happens in our life is our fault and ours alone. A lot of people go through the same difficulties we went through, and they react completely differently.”

Mari

Paulo Coelho (Veronika Decides to Die)

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“What’s the world’s greatest lie?” the boy asked, completely surprised. “It’s this: that at a certain point of our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That’s the world’s greatest lie.” Paulo Coelho | The Alchemist (via blogut)

“if you tell a beautiful woman that she is beautiful, what will you have given her? it’s no more than a fact and it has cost you nothing. but if you tell an ugly woman 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.” Lilian Rearden; from Atlas Shrugged, written by Ayn Rand. (via minneken)

“A man’s sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions…He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience a sense of self-esteem. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest…because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement.” Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged (via khadeejafinds)

“Don’t you find it interesting to see a huge, complicated piece of machinery, such as our society, all levers and belts and interlocking gears, the kind that looks as if one would need an army to operate it—and you find that by pressing your little finger against one spot, the one vital spot, the center of all its gravity, you can make the thing crumble into a worthless heap of scrap iron?” Ayn Rand
The Fountainhead
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