Quotes About Freedom

If money can't buy you the freedom to do anything you want, well, what is the good of it?

I don't play by anybody's rules but my own.

weep when there are no more rules to break?" "Ah, but there are always rules to break.

The air was rushing past me. I was clinging to him, though I don't think I needed to, and we were out in the night, and we were moving towards the clouds.

Stop looking at my buttons,' Lestat said. 'Go out there into the trees. Rid yourself of all the human waste in your body, and don't fall so madly in love with the night that you lose your way!

And no small part of this unpredicted miracle was the curious innocence of these people in the very midst of their freedom and their wealth. The Christian god was as dead as he had been in the 1700s. And no new mythological religion had arisen to take the place of the old .

To be godless is probably the first step to innocence... to lose the false sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost.

For with solitude had come freedom.

like to cry alone. It felt so marvelously good, to cry and cry, totally removed from any hint of censure! No one to tell you yes or no, no one to beg for forgiveness, no one to intervene.

You know in this day and age a rock musician can wear a frock coat if he wishes, and so I indulge myself.

Pero nada podría darme aquella libertad, nada. Las libertades que me daba ella no significaban nada para mí; su poder no era, en definitiva, sino un grado más del que todos poseíamos. Y lo que poseen todos nunca ha facilitado la contienda; más bien la ha convertido en una agonía, por más que se gane o se pierda.

He was mine and mine forever. He could do what he pleased.

Azért vágyunk a hatalomra, hogy ne kelljen mások hatalma alatt sínylÅ'dnünk.

If you live by your conscience you do what you want.

When one is immortal, she had written, one does not claim the touch of another in a desperate way. One is not fearful of losing it and so one does not seek to contain or restrict or describe it in language that must fail.

Sometimes I could scarcely breathe with the knowledge that for the rest of my life, whenever we wanted, Peter and I could lie down and do whatever we wished.

Ben scooped her up in his arms, holding her high against his chest as he carried her back into the cottage, past the shrouded, familiar shapes of the furniture into the night-dark bedroom. They were alone now for the first time. There was no Emmett, no Harris, no lies or masquerade or motives or revenge. There was just Ben and Rachel, together in the darkness.

Dawn couldn't come soon enough. He had to get her out of his life as quickly as possible. It was becoming the most important thing—more important than breathing, living. He needed to get away from her, fast. Because he didn't want to let her go.

Oh, a French braid," Greta said. "That's it. And then when she undid them, her hair would still be in ripples, little leftover squiggles, for hours and hours afterward." "Yes…" "Well," David said, "that's how families work, too. You think you're free of them, but you're never really free; the ripples are crimped in forever.

There was a certain liberation in talking to a man who didn't have a full grasp of English. She could tell him anything and half of it would fly right past him, especially if the words came tumbling out fast enough

She has. No. Plan.

Oh, the terrible, crushing, breath-stealing burden of people who think they own you!

Of course it seemed strange without Peter, but at least she could stay out as long as she liked without worrying she was neglecting him.

Oh, a French braid," Greta said. "That's it. And then when she undid them, her hair would still be in ripples, little leftover squiggles, for hours and hours afterward." "Yes…" "Well," David said, "that's how families work, too. You think you're free of them, but you're never really free; the ripples are crimped in forever." Greta started laughing.