Tell me Maa, What did you used to tell me when i insisted for something I could not have? How did you make me forget that car I wanted to own or that airplane I wanted to fly? How did you do that? Tell me Ma, coz I wanna tell myself those things again... I wanna trick myself, wanna forget things I can't n won't be able have!!!
Tell me Maa....
----Unknown author-----
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Fountainhead
* Toohey: "Why don't you tell me what you think of me?"
Roark answers: "But I don't think of you."
* Roark : It must be something wrong with this world that the monstrous feeling of pity is considered to be a virtue.
* Toohey : Do not get up to erase all shrines, people will be frightened. Enshrine mediocrity and the shrines will be erased.
* Gail Wynand : "Build it as a monument to that spirit which is yours...and could have been mine."
* It's not possible to kill a man's self respect, we can only kill one's pretence at it
* One evening he spoke. Sitting at her feet, his face raised to her, he allowed his soul to be heard. "My darling, anything you wish, anything I am, anything I can ever be... That's what I want to offer you -- not the things I'll get for you, but the thing in me that will make me able to get them. That thing -- a man can't renounce it -- but I want to renounce it -- so that it will be yours -- so that it will be in your service -- only for you."
* Don't help me or serve me, but let me see it once, because I need it. Don't work for my happiness, my brothers - show me yours- show me that it is possible- show me your achievement- and the knowledge will give me courage for mine.
* "You'd rather not hear it now?But I want you to hear it.We never need to say anything to each other when we'retogether.This is- for the times when we won't be together.I love you,Dominique.As selfishly as the fact that I exist.As selfishly as my lungs breathe air.I breathe for for my own necessity,for the fuel of my body,for my survival.I've given you,not my sacrifice or my pity,but my ego and my naked need.This is the only way I can want you to love me.If you married me now,I would become your whole existence.But I would not want you then.You would not want yourself- and so you will not love me long.To say 'I love you' one must know first how to say the 'I'.The kind of surrender I could have from you now would give me nothing but empty hulk.If I demanded it, I'd destroy you. That's why I won't stop you.I'll let you go to your husband.I don't know how I'll live through tonight,but I will.I want you whole,as I am,as you'll remain in the battle you've chosen.A battle is never selfless".
* No man likes to be beaten. But to be beaten by the man who has always stood as the particular example of mediocrity in his eyes, to start by the side of this mediocrity and to watch it shoot up, while he struggles and gets nothing but a boot in his face, to see the mediocrity snatch from him, one after another, the chances he’d give his life for, to see the mediocrity worshipped, to miss the place he wants and to see the mediocrity enshrined upon it, to lose, to be sacrificed, to be ignored, to be beaten, beaten, beaten--not by a greater genius, not by a god, but by a little amateur, do you think the Spanish inquisition ever thought of a torture to equal this?
* Keating- " how do u always manage to decide?"
Roark- "How can u let others decide for u? Don't you know what you want? How can you stand it, not to know?"
Roark answers: "But I don't think of you."
* Roark : It must be something wrong with this world that the monstrous feeling of pity is considered to be a virtue.
* Toohey : Do not get up to erase all shrines, people will be frightened. Enshrine mediocrity and the shrines will be erased.
* Gail Wynand : "Build it as a monument to that spirit which is yours...and could have been mine."
* It's not possible to kill a man's self respect, we can only kill one's pretence at it
* One evening he spoke. Sitting at her feet, his face raised to her, he allowed his soul to be heard. "My darling, anything you wish, anything I am, anything I can ever be... That's what I want to offer you -- not the things I'll get for you, but the thing in me that will make me able to get them. That thing -- a man can't renounce it -- but I want to renounce it -- so that it will be yours -- so that it will be in your service -- only for you."
* Don't help me or serve me, but let me see it once, because I need it. Don't work for my happiness, my brothers - show me yours- show me that it is possible- show me your achievement- and the knowledge will give me courage for mine.
* "You'd rather not hear it now?But I want you to hear it.We never need to say anything to each other when we'retogether.This is- for the times when we won't be together.I love you,Dominique.As selfishly as the fact that I exist.As selfishly as my lungs breathe air.I breathe for for my own necessity,for the fuel of my body,for my survival.I've given you,not my sacrifice or my pity,but my ego and my naked need.This is the only way I can want you to love me.If you married me now,I would become your whole existence.But I would not want you then.You would not want yourself- and so you will not love me long.To say 'I love you' one must know first how to say the 'I'.The kind of surrender I could have from you now would give me nothing but empty hulk.If I demanded it, I'd destroy you. That's why I won't stop you.I'll let you go to your husband.I don't know how I'll live through tonight,but I will.I want you whole,as I am,as you'll remain in the battle you've chosen.A battle is never selfless".
* No man likes to be beaten. But to be beaten by the man who has always stood as the particular example of mediocrity in his eyes, to start by the side of this mediocrity and to watch it shoot up, while he struggles and gets nothing but a boot in his face, to see the mediocrity snatch from him, one after another, the chances he’d give his life for, to see the mediocrity worshipped, to miss the place he wants and to see the mediocrity enshrined upon it, to lose, to be sacrificed, to be ignored, to be beaten, beaten, beaten--not by a greater genius, not by a god, but by a little amateur, do you think the Spanish inquisition ever thought of a torture to equal this?
* Keating- " how do u always manage to decide?"
Roark- "How can u let others decide for u? Don't you know what you want? How can you stand it, not to know?"
Atlas Shrugged
* Iswear by my life and love of it that i will not live for the sake of another man nor ask him to live for me
* It was the greatest sensation of existence : Not to trust but to know!
* Degrees don't matter : one doesn't bargain about inches of evil!
* Never let pain win its ultimate victory : Never allow it to make you loose the desire for joy...
* Honest ppl are never touchy about the matter of being trusted
* Celebrations are meant for people who've got something to celebrate
* My life is highest of values, too high to give up without a fight!
* Your fear of death is not a love of life and will not give u the knowledge to keep it....
* "...if you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders--what would you tell him to do?"
"...what would you tell him to do?"
"To shrug."
* It was the greatest sensation of existence : Not to trust but to know!
* Degrees don't matter : one doesn't bargain about inches of evil!
* Never let pain win its ultimate victory : Never allow it to make you loose the desire for joy...
* Honest ppl are never touchy about the matter of being trusted
* Celebrations are meant for people who've got something to celebrate
* My life is highest of values, too high to give up without a fight!
* Your fear of death is not a love of life and will not give u the knowledge to keep it....
* "...if you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders--what would you tell him to do?"
"...what would you tell him to do?"
"To shrug."
Dead Poets Society
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up! For you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills:
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding:
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning.
O Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
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