Quotes About Freedom

In Russia they put you in insane asylums if you disagree with the state: it's not so different here. Keep the natives quiet.

I think art is the only thing that's spirtual in the world. And I refuse to be forced to believe in other people's interpretations of God. I don't think anybody should be. No one person can own the copyright to what God means.

I'm not a slave to a God that doesn't exist, and I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit.

We should all start to live before we get too old. Fear is stupid. So are regrets.

If I'd observed all the rules I'd never have got anywhere.

What is gentlest in love is love's violence. Losing yourself in love, you reach love's goal. Love makes you suffer, as love makes you whole. Love steals your everything and makes you rich. Love is both meaningless and poetry. Captured by love, by love you are set free.

She could see it surprised him, too, sometimes. He told her once when there was a storm a bird had flown into the house. He'd never seen one like it. The wind must have carried it in from some far-off place. He opened all the doors and windows, but it was so desperate to escape that for a while it couldn't find a way out. "It left a blessing in the house," he said. "The wildness of it. Bringing the wind inside.

You are standing up on the seat of your swing and sailing higher than you really ought to, with that bold, planted stance of a sailor on a billowy sea...You appear to be altogether happy. I remember those first experiments with fundamental things, gravity and light, and what an absolute pleasure they were.

She thought, If I'm crazy, I may as well do what I feel like doing. No point being crazy if you have to worry all the time about what people are thinking anyway.

What if good institutions were in fact the product of good intentions? What if the cynicism that is supposed to be rigor and the acquisitiveness that is supposed to be realism are making us forget the origins of the greatness we lay claim to - power and wealth as secondary consequences of the progress of freedom, or, as Whitman would prefer, Democracy?

Things happen for reasons that are hidden from us, utterly hidden for us as long as we think they must proceed from what has come before, our guilt or our deserving, rather than coming to us from a future that God in his freedom offers to us.

It seems these days as if the right to bear arms is considered by some a suitable remedy for the tendency of others to act on their freedoms of speech, press, and assembly, and especially of religion in ways and degrees these arms-bearing folk find irksome. Reverence for the sacred integrity of every pilgrim's progress through earthly life seems to be eroding.

Things happen for reasons that are hidden from us, utterly hidden for as long as we think they must proceed from what has come before, our guilt or our deserving, rather than coming to us from a future that God in his freedom offers to us.

The truth about Obama's birthplace or Trump's relationship with Russia will never be established to the satisfaction of everyone, but Christians know truth of another order, that human beings are created in the image of God. They are created equal, endowed with unalienable rights--that is, unalienable claims on our respect. This is the truth that has made us free.

as circumstances would seem to dictate. You are free to act by your own lights. You are freed at the same time of the impulse to hate or resent that person. He would probably laugh at the thought that the Lord sent him to you for your benefit (and his), but that is the perfection of the disguise, his own ignorance of it.

The forest is where you are when your surroundings are not mastered.

you can't let other men impose their will on you or life's not worth living.

Early on he had been told the famous maxim of American justice, that it was better that a hundred men go free than that one innocent man be punished. Struck almost dumb by the beauty of the concept, he became an ardent patriot. America was his country. He would never leave America.

writing fiction is the best thing there is because absolutely everything is possible!

Podía soportar la soledad y las humillaciones que conocía desde niño y sólo herían su espíritu: lo horrible era el encierro, esa gran soledad exterior que no elegía, que alguien le arrojaba encima como una camisa de fuerza.

Instead of speaking of justice and injustice, freedom and oppression, classless society and class society, they talked in terms of God and the Devil.

La eliminación física de la Bestia es bien vista por Dios si con ella se libera a un pueblo.

La sua cecità intellettuale non gli permetteva di capire che questi fratelli, con istinto sicuro, hanno orientato la loro rivolta verso il nemico primo della libertà: il potere. E qual è il potere che li opprime, che nega loro il diritto alla terra, alla cultura, all'uguaglianza? Non è forse la Repubblica? E se sono armati per combatterla ciò significa che hanno indovinato anche il metodo, l'unico che posseggono gli sfruttati per spezzare le loro catene: la forza.

Sólo la libertad le interesaba ahora para manejar su soledad a su capricho, llevarla a un cine, encerrarse con ella en cualquier parte.