Best 31 quotes in «atlas quotes» category

I can only drive slowly." "That's all right." "And I can only do left turns." Rose ran downstairs, grabbed a road atlas, and ran triumphantly back up again. "Wales is left! Look! It's left all the way!

I feel like something important has happened to me. Is this possible?

I would read the atlas for pleasure. I knew it was weird. It was weird.

I give out Atlas Shrugged as Christmas presents, and I make all my interns read it.

It's one thing to buy a copy of 'Atlas Shrugged.' You actually have to read it to get anything out of it.

I [had] added another small piece to the pages of the atlas that were real to me.

In the beginning I tried to accommodate everything there that was somewhere between art and garbage and that somehow seemed important to me and a pity to throw away. After a while, some sheets in the Atlas acquired another value, after all - that is, it seemed to me that they could stand on their own terms, not only under the protection of the Atlas.

I tend to really be partial to Ayn Rand, and to The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged.

On my tenth birthday a bicycle and an atlas coincided as presents and a few days later I decided to cycle to India.

On my tenth birthday a bicycle and an atlas coincided as gifts, and a few days later I decided to cycle to India...However, I was a cunning child so I kept my ambition to myself, thus avoiding the tolerant amusement it would have provoked among my elders.

The man who lets a leader prescribe his course is a wreck being towed to the scrap heap.

... the atlas is a manifold. This is a typical mathematician's use of the word "is", and should not be confused with the normal use.

The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan.

What is Atlas Obscura? So, it was a small digital media company. It's an atlas, it's literally like, an atlas of places, wonderful, unusual places.

You are not Atlas carrying the world on your shoulder. It is good to remember that the planet is carrying you.

They [granddaughters] went to Disneyland and Alice proudly told Snow White: 'My grandmother is a famous atlas!' So that's nice - they're happy that I'm an atlas!

Man’s mind is his basic tool of survival. Life is given to him, survival is not. His body is given to him, its sustenance is not. His mind is given to him, its content is not. To remain alive, he must act, and before he can act he must know the nature and purpose of his action. He cannot obtain his food without a knowledge of food and of the way to obtain it. He cannot dig a ditch – or build a cyclotron – without a knowledge of his aim and of the means to achieve it. To remain alive, he must think. “But to think is an act of choice. The key to what you so recklessly call ‘human nature,’ the open secret you live with, yet dread to name, is the fact that man is a being of volitional consciousness. Reason does not work automatically; thinking is not a mechanical process; the connections of logic are not made by instinct. The function of your stomach, lungs, or heart is automatic; the function of your mind is not. In any hour and issue of your life, you are free to think or to evade that effort. But you are not free to escape from your nature, from the fact that reason is your means of survival – so that for you, who are a human being, the question ‘to be or not to be’ is the question ‘to think or not to think.’ . . . “Man has no automatic code of survival. His particular distinction from all other living species is the necessity to act in the face of alternatives by means of volitional choice. . . Man must obtain his knowledge and choose his actions by a process of thinking, which nature will not force him to perform. Man has the power to act as his own destroyer – and that is the way he has acted through most of his history (pages 1012-1013).

Consulting maps can diminish the wanderlust that they awaken,as the act of looking at them can replace the act of travel. But looking at maps is much more than an act of aesthetic replacement. Anyone who opens an atlas wants everything at once, without limits--the whole world. This longing will always be great, far greater than any satisfaction to be had by attaining what is desired. Give me an atlas over a guidebook any day. There is no more poetic book in the world.

Hayattan ders veriyor diye öğretmenleri kızdıran Tuzu bir bulmuş çocukları saklamadan güldüren dünyaya Su kaçırmaz bir eşeğin sesine açıktır penceresi Bir sınıfın, batı son dersinde, kuşluk vakti Meşeler yapraklanınca bir tuhaf olurlar işte Koparılmış kürt çiçekleri, hatırlayarak amcalarını Azınlıkta oldukları bir okulda bile, sorarlar soru Neden feriklerin ve eşeklerin memeleri vardır? En arka sırada çift dikişliler, sınavda en öne İntihara ve denizde nasıl boğulmaya çalışırlar Yalnız Orta Doğu'da el altında satılan bir atlas Kim demiş on sekiz yaşından küçükler okuyamaz Bakıldı ki kum saati, ters çevrilmiş, çıt, usul isa asi olmuş İkinci karnede babası yarısını silahıyla dışarda bırakıp Öyle öğretildiği için saygılı, sınıfa giren parmak çocuğun Boş yerine, girilmeyen bir dersin denizi, gelip oturmuş Açık kalmış atlası, deniz taşmıştır, darılmasın Fırat ama Hayatın orta öğretmeni sustu, dondu gülmeleri çocukların Bir cenaze töreninde daha ölümü karşılamaya götürüleceğiz Efendiler! Eşekler susabilirler Ne yani çocuklar hiç gülmeyecekler mi?

I don't know how he calmed me down without even talking, but he did. Some people just have a calming presence about them and he's one of those people.

I guess it could be worse. My name could be Tlaquepaque, or Irkutsk, or Pyongyang. Or, you know, Pittsburgh. Sometimes I flip through the atlas just to remind myself of all the names that would be worse than mine.

I have a new found respect for Atlas.

Going by Dr. Marriott's description, Zoe imagined it to be small and elegant as she peered into dozens of shelves, rummaging through the contents. There were globes and charts and atlases, pocket watches and hand-painted Indian silk, gold-plated cutlery, litter coffers of spice, inlaid combs, silver fasteners, trinket boxes, blown-glass figurines, turn-of-the-century postcards with foreign stamps, and portraits of Victorian authors in elaborate frames. But nowhere did she discover a stone of any kind, with or without runes.

It is not Atlas who carries the world on his shoulders, but woman; and sometimes she plays with it as with a ball.

A big leather-bound volume makes an ideal razorstrap. A thing book is useful to stick under a table with a broken caster to steady it. A large, flat atlas can be used to cover a window with a broken pane. And a thick, old-fashioned heavy book with a clasp is the finest thing in the world to throw at a noisy cat.

The United States has never been in a united state, it has never been a united state. It never will. Lines on screens and paper do not change that.

Atlas was permitted the opinion that he was at liberty, if he wished, to drop the Earth and creep away; but this opinion was all that he was permitted.

Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.

He aint in your world you can take em off your atlas

Atlas isn't carrying the world on his shoulders, no giant muscular hulk with a sense of responsibility; the world is balanced on a pyramid of clowns, and they are always tooting horns and wobbling and goosing each other.

Contradictions do not exist. Whenever you think you are facing a contradiction, check your premises. You will find that one of them is wrong.