Quotes About Spirit

their love of existence—chosen in the knowledge that nothing will be given, that one must make one's own desire and every shape of its fulfillment—through the steps of shaping metal, rails and motors—they had moved by the power of the thought that one remakes the earth for one's enjoyment, that man's spirit gives meaning to insentient matter by molding it to serve one's chosen goal.

Only when you can feel contempt for your own priceless little ego, only then can you achieve the true, broad peace of selflessness, the merging of your spirit with the vast collective spirit of mankind. There is no room for the love of others within the tight, crowded miser's hole of a private ego.

We were defeated by the greed, the selfishness and the base, animal nature of men. It was the eternal conflict between spirit and matter, between soul and body. They would not renounce their bodies, which was all we asked of them.

so you see, Roark though it is to be a religious edifice, it is also more than that. you notice that we call it the temple of the human spirit. We want to capture- in stone, as others capture in music- not some narrow creed, but the essence of all religion. and what is the essence of religion? The great aspiration of the human spirit toward the highest, the noblest, the best. the great life giving force of the universe. The heroic human spirit.

If his judgment is to be an object of sacrifice — what sort of efficacy, control, freedom from conflict, or serenity of spirit will be possible to man?

The story is the story of Howard Roark's triumph. It has to show what the man is, what he wants and how he gets it. It has to be a triumphant epic of man's spirit, a hymn glorifying a man's "I." It has to show every conceivable hardship and obstacle on his way—and how he triumphs over them, why he has to triumph.

I do not surrender my treasures, nor do I share them. The fortune of my spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as alms for the poor of the spirit. I guard my treasures: my thought, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.

He had once built his fortune, starting out with empty hands; now he had to rebuild his life, starting out with an empty spirit.

He was sixty years old; his backbone had been as straight as his gun; his spirit-as straight as his backbone.

Build it as a monument to that spirit which is yours ... and could have been mine.

Lo que llamáis vuestra alma o espíritu es vuestra conciencia y lo que llamáis libre voluntad es la voluntad de vuestra mente para pensar o no, la única que poseéis, vuestra única libertad, la opción que controla todas las opciones realizadas por vosotros y determina vuestra vida y vuestro carácter.

A través de toda la oscuridad, a través de toda la vergüenza de que son capaces los hombres, el espíritu del hombre permanecerá vivo en esta tierra.

His vision, his strength, his courage came from his own spirit. A man's spirit, however, is his self. That entity which is his consciousness. To think, to feel, to judge, to act are functions of the ego.

The statue of a naked woman. If you understand the building, you understand what the figure must be. The human spirit. The heroic in man. The aspiration and the fulfillment, both. Uplifted in its quest - and uplifting by its own essence. Seeking God - and finding itself.

La fuerza y el espíritu son cosas opuestas; la moralidad acaba donde empieza a esgrimirse un arma.

The place is built around it. The statue of a naked woman. If you understand the building, you understand what the figure must be. The human spirit. The heroic in man. The aspiration and the fulfillment, both. Uplifted in its quest - and uplifting by its own essence. Seeking God - and finding itself.

I won't try to describe how deeply I mourn her passing still. I know that she was the kindest, most generous spirit I have ever known, and that what is best in me I owe to her.

I know that she was the kindest, most generous spirit I have ever known, and that what is best in me I owe to her.

And yet, in the flickering of those candles, I saw something else. I saw an expression of the spirit of millions of people around the world:

Science works, of course, but from an aesthetic point of view, was it really a great improvement over mythology? Why do we insist that theories work, when they might just as well sit around and look pretty? I couldn't help observing that for every advance in science...some perfectly competent goddess or demiurge is put out of work, a hypothesized spirit dies, or a living thing surrenders its autonomy.

If you hump away at menial jobs 360-plus days a year, does some kind of repetitive injury of the spirit set in? I don't know and I don't intend to find out, but I can guess that one of the symptoms is a bad case of tunnel vision. Work fills the landscape; coworkers swell to the size of family members or serious foes. Slights loom large, and a reprimand can reverberate into the night.

the heart rules love, where we magnetically draw and hold existence;

When you awaken love and laughter, your mind let's go of fear and anxiety, and your happy spirit becomes the healing balm that transforms every aspect of your human experience.

Peace and Love, get high and fly with the dove.