Quotes About Freedom

Amazing Earth School can be a world of illusions or a world of reality. Which will it be for you? The answer depends on your discernment, and then how you use your freedom of choice. Definitely you can give yourself a chance to pursue — and attain — Spiritual Enlightenment.

There is something about the unexpected that moves us. As if the whole of existance is paid for in some way, except for that one moment, witch is free.

I came out of the Soviet Union no longer a communist, because I believed in personal freedom.

So long as any large group of persons, anywhere on this earth, believe the ancient superstition that some Authority is responsible for their welfare, they will set up some image of that Authority and try to obey it. And the result will be poverty and war.

no woman is free until the conditions of oppression of women are eliminated everywhere."90

I could hear my dogs barking. Worse I could hear bleating. Joyful goat chuckles of freedom. "The goats!" I clutched my head, an absurdly melodramatic reaction suited to this farce. "The goats were in the tree!" "The... Wait, what?

Her laconic humor helped. She could say, "I don't any longer have the pleasant illusion that I can be free of the label 'Stalin's daughter.' . . . You can't regret your fate, though I do regret my mother didn't marry a carpenter."2

What happens when people cannot trust the institutions that are supposed to protect them? What happens when the fundamental laws that constitute and protect decent behavior crumble? The Netherlands in 1940 was like a petri dish in which one can examine how people brought up in freedom react to catastrophe when it is brought to their door. It is a question still worth asking today.

My husband's death changed my nature. I feel it impossible to be silent and tolerant anymore. It is impossible to be always a slave.

What would it mean to be born Stalin's daughter, to carry the weight of that name for a lifetime and never be free of it?

The Netherlands in 1940 was like a petri dish in which one can examine how people brought up in freedom react to catastrophe when it is brought to their door: It is a questions still worth asking today.

You could give a slave his freedom, but nothing could undo the fact that he had been a slave; and between him, a freed-man, and any free man who had never been unfree, there would still be a difference. Wherever the Roman way of life held good, there would still be a difference.

would there not be another hunger on him all his life? For other scents and sights and sounds; pale and changeful northern skies and the green plover calling?

Esca tossed the slender papyrus roll onto the cot, and set his own hands over Marcus's. "I have not served the Centurion because I was his slave," he said, dropping unconsciously into the speech of his own people. "I have served Marcus, and it was not slave-service...my stomach will be glad when we start on this hunting trail.

And it came to Marcus suddenly that slaves very seldom whistled. They might sing, if they felt like it or if the rhythm helped their work, but whistling was in some way different; it took a free man to make the sort of noise Esca was making.

The wind blustered in from the sea, setting the horses' manes streaming sideways, and the gulls wheeled mewing against the blue-and-grey tumble of the sky; and Aquila, riding a little aside from the rest as usual, caught for a moment from the wind and the gulls and the wet sand and the living, leaping power of the young red mare under him, something of the joy of simply being alive that he had taken for granted in the old days.

The richness of the whole world reduced to a choice that was not a choice at all, but a sentence.

Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight

These men were manuscript hunters, teachers, scribes, scholars, librarians, notaries, priests, and booksellers—bookworms who blew the dust off a thousand years of history and tried to imagine and to forge a different world: one of patriotic service, of friendship and loyalty, of refined pleasures, of wisdom and right conduct, of justice, heroism, and political freedom; a world in which a life in a better society could be lived in the fullest and most satisfying

These men were manuscript hunters, teachers, scribes, scholars, librarians, notaries, priests, and booksellers—bookworms who blew the dust off a thousand years of history and tried to imagine and to forge a different world: one of patriotic service, of friendship and loyalty, of refined pleasures, of wisdom and right conduct, of justice, heroism, and political freedom; a world in which a life in a better society could be lived in the fullest and most satisfying way possible.

A few languid clouds moved inland over our heads. A little high plane was gamboling among them like a terrier in a henyard.

Socialism is a product of humanism, because humanism claims the right to legislate at will, and thereby to define sin at will.

A professor, who had left teaching soon after World War II, lectured to a group of students at a major Western university a few years ago on the decline of liberty. To his shock, one of the first questions asked by a student was simply this: "What's so wonderful about liberty? What makes you think it is necessary for man?" For the students, security was a necessary social objective; liberty was not.

A verdade parece terrivelmente aprisionadora porque ela requer que nos comprometamos, contra nossos próprios interesses pessoais, com os mandamentos de Deus e sua Palavra.