Quotes About Freedom

The First Amendment, he explained, exposed tolerance as a sham, because tolerance implies one superior group of people deigning to put up with their inferiors.

As I recall, the cover of Time the week the Wall fell read, "Wall Comes Down, No Big Whoop.

United States . . . gives to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance.

More than anyone on earth, Lafayette was mournfully aware of the uniqueness of the American republic he had fought to build.

A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.

La Solitude est un condition necessaire de la liberte.

we are abandoned in the world ... in the sense that we find ourselves suddenly alone and without help. Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

L'importance n'est pas ce que l'on fait de l'Homme, mais ce qu'il fait de ce que l'on a fait de lui.

But I have come to realize that the true meaning of pilgrimage is to live free from any attachments, habits, prejudices. Free from physical and mental clutter. Making an outer journey is a reminder of an inner journey, and I discovered that I am always on a pilgrimage. Life is a journey. I want to travel through life as a pilgrim.

Once you accept your own death, all of a sudden you're free to live. You no longer care about your reputation. You no longer care except so far as your life can be used tactically to promote a cause you believe in. We must believe that it is the darkest before the dawn of a beautiful new world. We will see it when we believe it.

The greatest enemy of individual freedom is the individual himself.

The challenge of modern freedom, or the combination of isolation and freedom which confronts you, is to make yourself up. The danger is that you may emerge from the process as a not-entirely-human creature. (Referenced in How to Lose Friends and Alienate People by Toby Young)

If love is love, it's free.

I have begun in old age to understand just how oddly we all are put together. We are so proud of our autonomy that we seldom if ever realize how generous we are to ourselves, and just how stingy with others. One of the booby traps of freedom--which is bordered on all sides by isolation--is that we think so well of ourselves. I now see that I have helped myself to the best cuts at life's banquet.

Emancipation resulting in madness. Unlimited freedom to choose and play a tremendous variety of roles with a lot of coarse energy.

Well, I need a job. Something that'll leave me the free time I want. I like the way you arrange your life. What do you intend to do with this free time? I intend to use it. I didn't like the implication of this. Why should he need his time free and I be questioned?

As the wicked flee when none pursueth, so does the middle-class wrestle when none contendeth. They cried out for freedom, it came down on them in a flood. Nothing remains but a few floating timbers of psychotherapy.

To accept too many favors from Ramona was dangerous. He might have to pay with his freedom. Of course he didn't need that freedom now; he needed a rest. Still, after resting, he might want his freedom again. He wasn't sure of that, either. But it was a possibility.

If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.

When a man's breast feels like a cage from which all the dark birds have flown—he is free, he is light. And he longs to have his vultures back again. He wants his customary struggles, his nameless, empty works, his anger, his afflictions and his sins.

I am not at all sorry to part with the rest of it. I am no longer to be held accountable for myself. I am grateful for that. I am in other hands, relieved of self determination, freedom canceled. Hooray for regular hours! And, for the supervision of the spirit! Long live regimentation.

If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.

I am giving up the violin. I guess I will never reach my object through it," to raise my spirit from the earth, to leave the body of this death. I was very stubborn. I wanted to raise myself into another world. My life and deeds were a prison.

Da budem iskren, nikada mi nije bilo bolje, napisao je. Ali nisam imao dovoljno snažan karakter da podnosim takvu radost. To zapravo i nije bila šala. Kad ?ovjek osje?a da su mu grudi poput krletke iz koje su izletjele sve tamne ptice - on je slobodan, lagan. I ?ezne za tim da mu se vrate njegovi lešinari. Želi svoje uobi?ajne sukobe, bezimena, prazna djela, svoju ogor?enost, jad i grijehe.