Quotes About Freedom

So speak and so act as those who are to be judged under the law of liberty. For judgment is without mercy to one who has shown no mercy. Mercy triumphs over judgment. (James 2:12–13)

Jeremiah's lament makes me thankful today for the freedom you give us to bring our unfiltered and unfettered feelings to you. If we don't bring our painful emotions to you, we will take them somewhere.

Shame is a pillaging thief, one that robs us of dignity, freedom, and joy.

Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more." And where these have been forgiven, sacrifice for sin is no longer necessary. (Heb. 10:17–18 NIV)

Nothing but the gospel can free us for being thoroughly known without fear. Jesus, your love is unlike anything else we can experience in this life. In fact, your love is better than life itself. We adore and praise you this day as the Christ—the Messiah, our Lenten Lord, the heart knower, our holy lover, our righteousness from God, our only hope of glory!

Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name! (Ps. 142:7)

For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another. For the whole law is fulfilled in one word: "You shall love your neighbor as yourself." But if you bite and devour one another, watch out that you are not consumed by one another. But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh. (Gal. 5:13–16)

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. (Gal. 5:1 NIV)

The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor. (Luke 4:18–19 NIV)

The freer we are in acknowledging our messes, the louder our cry will be for God's mercies.

Jesus, allow me to grieve the sinfulness of sin—the sinfulness of my sins. Now that I'm no longer guilty or condemned, let me fearlessly see my sins, ruthlessly hate my sins, and relentlessly repent of my sins. Increase my love for holiness and decrease my self-contempt. Only the gospel can bring me such freedom. Only by seeing more of you, Jesus, will I delight in this journey.

And the man and his wife were both naked and were unashamed. (Gen. 2:25)

To him who loves us and has freed us from our sins by his blood, and has made us to be a kingdom and priests to serve his God and Father—to him be glory and power for ever and ever! Amen. (Rev. 1:5–6 NIV)

Because of the gospel, throwing away my idols feels less like a painful sacrifice and more like a liberating dance.

Lord Jesus, you're the reason I'm not consumed with guilt and paralyzed with fear. Because of you, God has forgiven all my wickedness and will never remember my sins against me (Jer. 31:34).

SEAMUS: It's the civilians that suffer, when there's an ambush they don't know where to run. Shot in the back to save the British Empire. Shot in the breast to save the soul of Ireland. I believe in the freedom of Ireland and that England has no right to be here, but I draw the line when I hear the gunmen blowing about dying for the people when it's the people that are dying for the gunmen. With all due respect to the gunmen, I don't want them to die for me.

Ako je išta prepušteno našoj odluci, našoj volji i slobodi, to je da možemo odabrati kakva ?e nam biti smrt a ne da ona odabere kakav ?e nam biti kraj. Samo smrt nas može razbuditi i povratiti iz košmara.

Over the waves, with the wind behind her and foam at her neck, she flew like a bird until her curved prow had covered the distance...

The diamond absolutes. I am neither internee nor informer; An inner emigre, grown long-haired And thoughtful; a wood-kerne Escaped from the massacre, Taking protective colouring From bole and bark, feeling Every wind that blows; Who, blowing up these sparks For their meagre heat, have missed The once-in-a-lifetime portent, The comet's pulsing tose.

You are free now to move forward to meet Hrothgar, in helmets and armour, but shields must stay here and spears be stacked until the outcome of the audience is clear.

The main thing is to write for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast. You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous. Take off from here.

Let us listen to the lesson of Martin Luther King, who wrote: "The movement does not seek to liberate blacks at the price of the humiliation of the whites. It wants to liberate American society and to help all people to liberate themselves.

Your lifetime in form is to be honored and celebrated. Go beyond your enslavement, and live fully in the now, as this is the only time you have.

I built a jail in my closet and I would incarcerate my family from time to time.