Quotes About Freedom

It's not for you' shows the ability to respect someone enough that you're not going to waste their time. It's the freedom to ignore the critics who don't get the joke.

It's not for you shows the ability to respect someone enough that you're not going to waste their time. It's the freedom to ignore the critics who don't get the joke. ===

Like scared civilians eager to do whatever a despot tells them, we give up our freedoms and responsibilities in exchange for the certainty that comes from being told what to do.

It's not for you- It shows the ability to respect someone enough that you're not going to waste their time. It's the freedom to ignore the critics who don't get the joke.

Becoming unattached doesn't eliminate our foundation. It gives us one.

When we find the empathy to say, "I'm sorry, this isn't for you, here's the phone number of my competitor," then we also find the freedom to do work that matters.

There are no longer any great jobs where someone else tells you precisely what to do

A life without attachment and stress can give you the freedom to see things as they are and call them as you see them.

the reason that art (writing, engaging, leading, all of it) is valuable is precisely why I can't tell you how to do it. If there were a map, there'd be no art, because art is the act of navigating without a map. Don't you hate that? I love that there's no map.

Kalian menjalani hidup bebas dalam ketenangan dan keamanan, di tempat yang tidak ada badai dan penganiayaan - dari sanalah kalian melakukan tugas kerasulan kalian. Di sana kalian dianggap rasul-rasul Tuhan yang hebat. Kalian mengirim prajurit-prajurit ke medan perang yang penuh pergolakan. Tetapi para jenderal yang menghangatkan badan di dekat api di tenda mereka tidak selayaknya mengkritik para prajurit yang dijadikan tawanan...

Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly.

Out on the street I start to run; I need to breathe in this life, the trees, the warmth of my town. I will be able to control my own fate and I will know how to be happy. Happiness is something you lay siege to, it is a battle . . .

Men's freedom is their unfaithfulness: the Son of Heaven or the son of a peasant, they could both reduce me to the mediocre torments of a woman.

Lia, all that I am is what I do. I'm not meant for a tame sort of life, to dwell in bucolic splendor. I'm a city rat. I ache for it. I was made for it. And I wouldn't expect you to live as I do. I wouldn't want that for you. But its all I have to offer. Then--I accept. He brought a hand to his forehead and began to laugh. Its like being snared in a sugartrap. You wont listen.

Bundled in my shawl and uniform, I might have been partaking in any one of Mrs. Westcliffe's permitted after-supper al fresco activities, like: Strolling to the edge of the rose garden to admire the sunset. Strolling to the edge of the orchard to admire the sunset. Strolling to the edge of the bridge to admire the sunset. At England's foremost educational opportunity for young women, strolling to the brink of things was allowed. Leaving the green-plunging beyond brinks-was not.

There is a fierce joy to letting loose, to cutting yourself free from all the countless mundane threads of restraint that fix like you in your place, that tighten so gradually day by day that you do not even realize how bowed you are until you're quit of them.

You don't like it?" she asked. "I do. But you make me forget that I must behave." Lorrie looked into his eyes, which were a shade darker than the summer sky she was used to. "Oh, don't behave. I am so weary of always behaving." "Good.

Perhaps many of them shared my sentiments, but our options then were black and white, between this and that. The grey area of freedom we longed for existed only in dreams.

Lavina loved the freedom and wildness in Sarah's garden, so unlike her mother's well- ordered, colour- coordinated beds. (53)

That's what mountains do, they taunt you, lure you to the freedom of the wilderness, and it is fucking exhilarating.

The west coast is a mecca for wild hearts, wild minds, wild spirits and I'm a WMD—I've got so much energy I'm about to explode.

By the time I got to the bottom, I understood what Guthrie ment when he shouted LIBERO! It was a celebration of being alive.

What exactly did people do when they had all the time in the world and could do whatever they liked? (p 153)

A person isn't a bird. You can't cage a person.