Quotes About Bondage

She told me that living life as a Prisoner was a waste of life and that freedom, even a second of freedom, was worth more than a lifetime of bondage.

I understand the importance of bondage between parent and child.

I had two sisters carried away in a chain-gang - one of them left two children. We were always uneasy.

There are a few men whom slavery holds fast, but there are many more who hold fast to slavery.

though excessive pride may seek for freedom, it may only see freedom in chains

We were born as a free soul. We only become enslaved in the world.

When they told me my new-born babe was a girl, my heart was heavier than it had ever been before. Slavery is terrible for men; but it is far more terrible for women.

Being a slave meant never having the stability of knowing your family would be together as many years as God designed it to be. It meant you could come back from picking cotton in a field to find that your children are gone, your husband's gone, your mother's gone.

Men bound hand and foot in the endless chain of cause & effect cannot free each other.

Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chains. Those who think themselves the masters of others are indeed greater slaves than they.

In every cry of every man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

Men would rather be starving and free than fed in bonds.

Most men are prisoners at best, Who some strong habit every drag about Like chain and ball.

Man is everywhere still in chains.

These women were like her sisters. Even if she wanted desperately to be free of them. Sometimes the strongest prisons were the ones created by the people you loved the most.

The fact is, it's good to be free. No one ever marches against freedom, chanting, "Down with liberty! Back to bondage! I want to do only what the government tells me to do!

and i can't stand the idea of being alone. i can't bear the thought of being free.

Finalmente, te quedas atrapado en tu precioso nido y los objetos que poseías ahora te poseen a ti.

First I will claim you with a mark to symbolize your willingness to suffer for me. I've chosen the single tail for your mark. You will choose where it lands.

predicament bondage before, where the sub had to choose between two difficult, erotically painful outcomes. But the play had always been one-on-one. She'd never been made responsible for inflicting pain on others in order to avoid pain herself.

it, arms straight, back arched, hips forward. Being forced to hold that position for more than a minute or two was an excellent punishment for naughty sub girls.

The music stopped. The circle broke. Sometimes a slave will be lost in a brief eddy of liberation. In the sway of a sudden reverie among the furrows or while untangling the mysteries of an early morning dream. In the middle of a song on a warm Sunday night. Then it comes, always - the overseer's cry, the call to work, the shadow of the master, the reminder that she is only a human being for a tiny moment across the eternity of her servitude.

One day a pickaninny was happy and the next the light was gone from them; in between they had been introduced to a new reality of bondage.

Cora read the accounts of slaves who had been born in chains and learned their letters. Of Africans who had been stolen, torn from their homes and families, and described the miseries of their bondage and then their hair-raising escapes. She recognized their stories as her own. They were the stories as her own. They were the stories of all the colored people she had ever known, the stories of black people yet to be born, the foundations of their triumphs.