Quotes About Freedom

God grants liberty only to those who love it and are always ready to guard and defend it.

A country cannot subsist well without liberty, nor liberty without virtue.

Liberty and Union, now and for ever, one and inseparable!

The Constitution was made to guard the people against the dangers of good intentions.

No matter how good the justification, I still see all the identities that divide human beings along racial or national lines as prisons. I'm not about to give artificial categories and man-made borders the right to limit my ties with other human beings and dictate what values I should or should not embrace.

it's possible to go through our time on this ball floating in space without realizing that Fear has been pulling our strings all along. Our inner tyrant has made for us most of our choices—even those we were not aware of making. The fucked-up part about it is that Fear makes it easy for us to go along with this. It doesn't hurt us in an obvious way. It numbs us before injecting us with its poison—a slow form of euthanasia that takes a few decades to come to its conclusion. In

Openness without strength is useless; strength without openness is oppression.

Just live and be free, not every story ends in tragedy. Just wait and see, make a date with your destiny.

Children were not to be seen or heard and were definitely not to complain about any injuries sustained during the fifteen hours a day we were roaming the streets. The 1980s were a decade of neglect, and I haven't felt freedom or terror like it since.

Warwick took on a sheen of impermanence. I could go anywhere, be anyone. I didn't want to be like my mom, to give my life over to men. I couldn't conceive of a life that revolved around or even involved men.

Because we have accepted the view that there is a trade-off between equality and liberty, we think we have to choose. Lately, we have come, as a people, to choose liberty.

Life, a good life, a great life is about "Why not?" May we never forget it.

No man can take your freedom from you. They can limit your mobility, but that's about all they can do

Remember me? I'm back to my old self again. No responsibilities, no attachments, no encumbrances. I don't want to own anything, love anyone, or get too attached to people, places or things. It's a rule that seems to work well for me.

Dragana oslobodi me veza svoje slrasti! Ni kapi više toga vina od poljubaca. Ova magla od teškog tamjana guši mi srce. Otvori vrata i propusti jutarnji zrak. Izgubljen sam u tebi, zarobljen u zagrljaju tvoje nežnosti. Oslobodi me svoje draži, i povrati mi hrabrosti da ti ponudim svoje slobodno srce.

The man who found in his heart this heretical and dangerous thought, which speaks of the futility of one's own being-in-time, finds himself, however, faced with another (final) dilemma: whether to accept the transitoriness of this being-in-time for the sake of that precious and expensively acquired knowledge (which excludes any morality and therefore is made in absolute freedom), or, for the sake of that same knowledge, to yield oneself to the embrace of nothingness.

Laws, like the spider's webs, catch the flies and let the hawk go free.

I've sort of escaped my background, as people often do, through art and culture.

You can simply enjoy being a self-respecting athlete at any age or any skill level. The goal is to be able to run freely and joyfully for the rest of your life, and for you to enjoy the full range of benefits that running offers—physically, mentally . . . and, yes, spiritually.

Freedom Summer, the massive voter education project in Mississippi, was 1964. I graduated from high school in 1965. So becoming active was almost a rite of passage.

Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life." -Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.

Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.

When I was 15, my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car, but I found them. That month, I drove my stepdad's Thunderbird Super Coupe into Manhattan every day, and I would crank Cypress Hill as I flew around the city, racing the taxis.