DOG OF LITERATURE

All views expressed are my own, except those cited. Feedback is welcome.

[atlas1988]

[quotemadness]

I don’t trust anyone who hasn’t been self-destructive in some way. And who hasn’t gone through some sort of self-loathing. You’ve got to bang yourself around a bit to know yourself.

Johnny Depp (via quotemadness)

[randomglory]

And men go abroad to admire the heights of mountains, the mighty waves of the sea, the broad tides of rivers, the compass of the ocean, and the circuits of the stars, yet pass over the mystery of themselves without a thought.

St. Augustine, Confessions (via randomglory)

[bookscoffeefreedomlove]

Marilyn Monroe reading, by Alfred Eisenstaedt

[cavalierhousebooks]

Prepping the sandwich board! Thanks @thevictorious11 and @sailorstradivarius! #GoSetAWatchman #books #bookstagram

[thoughtsofmymadelife]

Library haul #relax #holiday #reading #books #bookstagram

[nedthepiemaker]

wHO recommended the song of achilles to me it is SAD i do not deserve this

[binge-thinker]

How did you know what’s been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don’t want to hate…. Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you–except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. You mean, you want to hear? You want to know what I do and why I do it, you want to know what I think?

Steven Mallory in The Fountainhead (1938) by Ayn Rand (via binge-thinker)

[2nd100yrs]

Books are the food of youth, the delight of old age; the ornament of prosperity, the refuge and comfort of adversity; a delight at home, and no hindrance abroad; companions by night, in traveling, in the country

 Cicero (via 2nd100yrs)

[film-art-andsound-deactivated20]

[observando]

He wanted nothing, for the time being, except to understand …. Without advice, assistance or plan, he began reading an incongruous assortment of books; he would find some passage which he could not understand in one book, and he would get another on that subject …. There was no order in his reading; but there was order in what remained of it in his mind.

Ayn Rand (via observando)

[5ht2a-agonists-ftw]

I was thinking of people who say that happiness is impossible on earth. Look how hard they all try to find some joy in life. Look how they struggle for it. Why should any living creature exist in pain? By what conceivable right can anyone demand that a human being exist for anything but for his own joy? Every one of them wants it. Every part of him wants it. But they never find it. I wonder why. They whine and say they don’t understand the meaning of life. There’s a particular kind of people that I despise. Those who seek some sort of a higher purpose or ‘universal goal,’ who don’t know what to live for, who moan that they must ‘find themselves.’ You hear it all around us. That seems to be the official bromide of our century. Every book you open. Every drooling self-confession. It seems to be the noble thing to confess. I’d think it would be the most shameful one.” “Look, Gail.” Roark got up, reached out, tore a thick branch off a tree, held it in both hands, one fist closed at each end; then, his wrists and knuckles tensed against the resistance, he bent the branch slowly into an arc. “Now I can make what I want of it: a bow, a spear, a cane, a railing. That’s the meaning of life.” “Your strength?” “Your work.”

Howard Roark (via theworldofcourier)

[dogoflit]

“Do you know how it worked, that plan, and what it did to people? Try pouring water into a tank where there’s a pipe at the bottom draining it out faster than you pour it, and each bucket you bring breaks that pipe an inch wider, and the harder you work the more is demanded of you, and you stand slinging buckets forty hours a week, then forty-eight, then fifty-six—for your neighbor’s supper—for his wife’s operation—for his child’s measles—for his mother’s wheel chair—for his uncle’s shirt—for his nephew’s schooling—for the baby next door—for the baby to be born—for anyone anywhere around you—it’s theirs to receive, from diapers to dentures—and yours to work, from sunup to sundown, month after month, year after year, with nothing to show for it but your sweat, with nothing in sight for you but their pleasure, for the whole of your life, without rest, without hope, without end. . . . From each according to his ability, to each according to his need. . . .”

Excerpt From: Rand, Ayn. “Atlas Shrugged.”

[fyp-philosophy]

What you think of yourself is much more important than what others think of you.

Seneca (via fyp-philosophy)

[liberatingreality]

I have noticed that even people who claim everything is predetermined and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.

Stephen Hawking (via liberatingreality)

[wordsnquotes]

I regret nothing. There have been things I missed, but I ask no questions, because I have loved it, such as it has been, even the moments of emptiness, even the unanswered-and that I loved it, that is the unanswered in my life.

Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead (via wordsnquotes)

[twerks4dean-blog]

[mishasminions]

I SWEAR I LAUGH AT THIS EVERY TWO SECONDS