Quotes About Freedom

I kept walking. Have you ever done that? Just walk. Just walk and have no idea where you're going? It wasn't a good feeling, but not a bad one either. I felt caged and free at the same time, like it was only myself that wouldn't allow me to feel either great or miserable.

Those kids, they would've loved this place, they would've walked and skipped and danced here, all legs and sunny hair. They'd have cartwheeled the lawn, shouting, And don't go lookin' at our knickers, right?

It feels nice to emerge from the lies.

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it. -Ed Kennedy

he was exercising his God-given right to stupidity.

At the end of the day, it's still up to you, and that's the beauty of books. In so many ways, they never really end.

The moon was undone now, free to move and rise and fall and drip on the boy's face, making him nice and murky, like his thoughts.

I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear. I took them all away, and if ever there was a time I needed distraction, this was it.

Ayak seslerimiz yank?lan?yordu ve bitmesini istemiyordum. KoÅŸmak, gülmek ve sonsuza dek böyle hissetmek istiyordum. Yapt???m?z ÅŸeyin gerçekliÄŸi etimize saplan?p bizi durdurduÄŸunda herhangi bir huzursuzluk yaÅŸamak istemiyordum. Orada, o anda kalmak, ne diyeceÄŸimizi veya ne yapaca??m?z? bilmediÄŸimiz baÅŸka yerlere gitmemek istiyordum.

untangled him and carried him out. High above

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere.

It was one of the joys of childhood.

Rudy was interested, and confused. The moon was undone now, free to move and rise and fall and drip on the boy's face, making him nice and murky, like his thoughts.

You know, most of this feminism business was nothing more than white American women telling non-white women what to do and how to do it, with this patronizing if-you-become-just-like-me-you'll-be-free bullshit

People who say they don't have a choice just too coward to choose.

Que vá à merda o leque, que o tempo é de brisa

Pre?o sa ?udia chvascú, že sú citlivejÅ¡í ako zvieratá? Tým sú len bezbrannejÅ¡í; keby sme nemali iných potrieb, iba hlad a smäd a telesné túžby, boli by sme takmer slobodní; takto nás rozochveje každu?ký závan vetra, každý poh?ad, náhodné slovo.

I wanted to live in a world where people were equal no matter who their parents were or where they were born. I wanted to live in a place where hard work and kindness were valued. Was that too much to ask for? I didn't argue with Lev and Petro though. They also deserved the right to choose their own life.

Sometimes I think forgiveness has to keep happening again and again, each time we think of the person who has wronged us. Until one day, we finally know we are free, and can think of them without pain.

We can't keep people from following their own paths, no matter how much we love them.

Y es que la pregunta es: ¿qué modo sensato y real puede haber de resarcir una injusticia mediante una venganza punitiva? El dolor y la degradación del opresor no traerá libertad al afligido. Solo un esfuerzo inteligente e imaginativo en pos de la justicia puede lograr algo así.

Compulsory unification of opinion achieves only the unanimity of the graveyard.

Stepping back from the Dictator and the Wild Child and becoming the Watcher is like thinking you've been stuck on a railroad track, able to move only backward and forward, and discovering that you had the capacity to fly all along.

enlightenment always tastes of freedom.