Her only power was the power of his own virtues. What if he chose to withdraw it? (220.127.116.11)
"Mr. Rearden," said Francisco, his voice solemnly calm, "if you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood... 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 on his shoulders – what would you tell him to do?"
"I...don't know. What...could he do? What would you tell him?
"To shrug." (18.104.22.168)
She had said she would give her life for one more year on the railroad. She was back; but this was not the joy of working; it was only the clear, cold peace of a decision reached – and the stillness of unadmitted pain. (22.214.171.124)