The hours ahead, like all her nights with him, would be added, she thought, to the savings account of one's life where moments of time are stored in the pride of having been lived.
The only pride of her workday was not that it had been lived but that it had been survived. It was wrong, she thought, it was viciously wrong that one should ever be forced to say that about any hour of one's life.
Man's life was purposeful motion. Motion and Purpose.
Ayn Rand
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