Quotes About Freedom

Mar gayee bulbul qafas mein Keh gayee sayyaad se Apni sunehri gaand mein Tu thoons le fasl-e-bahaar She died in her cage, the little bird, These words she left for her captor – Please take the spring harvest And shove it up your gilded arse

Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

One of her ambitions was to own a watch on which she could change the time whenever she wanted to (which according to her was what Time was meant for in the first place)

Coercing a woman out of a burka is as bad as coercing her into one. It's not about the burka. It's about the coercion.

I soon learned that Dandakaranya, the forest I was about to enter, was full of people who had many names and fluid identities. It was like balm to me, that idea. How lovely not to be stuck with yourself, to become someone else for a while.

They sensed somehow that she lived in the prenumbral shadows between two worlds, just beyond the grasp of their power. That a woman that they had already damned, now had little left to lose, and could therefore be dangerous. So on the days that the radio played Ammu's songs, people avoided her, making little loops around her, because everybody agreed that it was best to just Let Her Be.

So on the days that the radio played Ammu's songs, people avoided her, made little loops around her, because everybody agreed that it was best to just Let Her Be.

The only thing worth globalizing is dissent.

She said, "I'm not marrying anybody." When I asked her why she felt that way, she said she wanted to be free to die irresponsibly, without notice and for no reason.

Vi?as kv?l?k? v?l?šan?s bija, lai vi?ai b?tu pulkstenis, kam vi?a var?tu main?t laiku, kad vien v?l?tos (tam, vi?aspr?t, Laiks ar? dom?ts).

Is this Democracy or Demon Crazy?

Ja vi?a grib?tu, lai piepild?s k?da maza v?l?šan?s, t? b?tu- Nezin?t. Nezin?t, ko katra diena vi?ai sniegs. Nezin?t, kur vi?a b?s r?t, n?kamaj? m?nes? vai gad?. P?c desmit gadiem. Nezin?t, k? vi?as ce?š pagriez?sies un kas gaida aiz l?kuma.

For the first time in her life, Tilo felt that her body had enough room to accomodate all of its organs.

I'm not ambitious. I don't want to get anywhere, I don't want anything more. I sometimes think that for me that is the real freedom, that I don't want anything. I don't want money or prizes. I want people to know that a war is going to be fought.

per la libertà che aveva rinunciato ai suoi oggi per i domani degli altri. Un uomo con il volto rigato di lacrime

I decided to brazen it out and ask about Musa, where he was, whether they were still together, whether they planned to get married. She said, "I'm not marrying anybody." When I asked her why she felt that way, she said she wanted to be free to die irresponsibly, without notice and for no reason.

Our freedoms were not granted to us by any governments. They were wrested from them by us. And once we surrender them, the battle to retrieve them is called a revolution.

Rahel grew up without a brief. Without anybody to arrange a marriage for her. Without anybody who would pay her a dowry and therefore without an obligatory husband looming on her horizon.

India was a Free Country. You could make salt. Row jam, if you wanted to.

Dava l'impressione di essere sfuggita al guinzaglio. Come se stesse camminando libera mentre tutti gli altri venivano portati a spasso come animali dometici. Quasi ci stese guardando rispettosamente, un po' sovrappensiero, da una certa distanza, mentre noi avanzavamo trotterellando, grati ai nostri padroni, felici di perpetuare la nostra schiavitù.

Io non sposerò nessuno mi rispose. Quando le chiesi perché, mi spiegò che voleva essere libera di morire in modo irresponsabile, senza preavviso e senza motivo.

For the first time in her life, Tilo felt that her body had enough room to accommodate all its organs.

She grew tired of living a life that wasn't really hers at an address she oughtn't to be at. She had lost the ability to keep her discrete world discrete. The traffic inside her head seemed to have stopped believing in traffic lights.

She died in her cage, the little bird These words she left for her captor Please take the spring harvest And shove it up your gilded arse