Quotes About Freedom

But there are others of my kind...those who see themselves as lions among sheep. As kings--superior to man in every way. Why, then, should they be confined to darkness? Why should they fear man?

Henry O. Sturges, born in England, March 2nd, 1563. Landed at Roanoke, July 27th, 1587. Friend to the American Revolution, present at the Battles of Trenton and Yorktown, staunch supporter of the North in its hour of need, adviser to presidents, a decorated soldier who distinguished himself in the trenches of the Great War, and member of the Union Brotherhood—a collective of vampires dedicated to preserving the freedom of man and his dominion over the earth.

He was a cowboy with the soul of a poet. To this day, he is the most American American I've ever met.

From you we have learned what we, at least, value, to separate Church and State and from you we gather inspiration at all times in our devotion to learning, to religious liberty, and to individual and National freedom.

I'm like a moth that flew into your web of its own accord. I'm dreaming of the day you'll devour me... But you just give me sweet nectar so I won't die. Then, one day, an adorable butterfly gets caught in your web. And right in front of my eyes, you devour her with relish. When I've seen this for myself, I can finally be free...

The Scottish historian Pinkerton, who was hardly sympathetic, admits: "Foreigners may imagine that it is granting too much to the Irish to allow them lists of kings more ancient than those of any other country of modern Europe. But the singularly compact and remote situation of that Island, and the freedom from Roman conquest, and from the concussion of the Fall of the Roman Empire, may infer this allowance not too much.

Yes, each religion has to provide instructions for its followers as to how to live in our present- day world. But to take this change itself as the ''principle'' which should drive us on, as if we were picked up like a horse and driven against our will, that is not only against religion, but also against everything for which the Western ideas of liberty and freedom have stood.

To be sure, my freedom lay simply in the fact that no one cared any longer where I went or what I did.

Beyond thorns are blooming meadows, beyond grief are smiles. Numb is the world, but why must you be? Anchor feet on the shore of melodies, in dance, all stress shall release

Burdened no more is the soul for whom life flows through dance like breath

Dance is the place that you visit to remove any anxiety while moving to your favorite melody

Dance to inspire, dance to freedom, life is about experiences, so dance and let yourself become free

Dance to the tune of hope as worries of the past slip away to the surrender of smiles

Every time feet move in search of dance; lips find smiles a million galaxies wide

Lose yourself beyond the identity of names, there is much to express, not with eyes or lips, but with the surge of dancing steps

Night or day, who cares about the time? Feel the adrenaline rushing down the spine. Take a little chance, for it is the time to dance

Soar like an eagle beyond the skies of heaven's reach; as the wings of dreams dance with the winds of reality

To experience heaven on earth, all it takes is one dance. No matter what, take the chance, move forward, freedom will finally be within grasp

war is destruction freedom is bliss ignorance is curse

We have survived everything but freedom! he would fulminate from his seat at the end of the dinner table, banging the table with his fist and causing the silverware jump. War, hatred, violence, opression–all these combined could never do to us what Coca-Cola and Disney and Burger King have. We have lost our way! We have intermarried, we have assimilated! We have bought into the American Dream, but that dream is someone else's, and the dream they dream is a dream of our destruction.

his hope was that she would finish her damn book quietly and just leave; that one morning he would awaken and go up to the attic, and Anne Frank would be gone, and he could go on with his life, Anne-free. One hundred percent Frankless. Now with Less Genocide.

I must go live at the ends of the earth and have my child there while I wait for Min and Jing to be freed. That happy day will come: two men making their way towards a little cottage lost in the open countryside. The door opens . . .

It has taken many years for the game of go to initiate me into the freedom of slipping between yesterday, today, and tomorrow. From one stone to the next, from black to white, the thousands of stones have ended up building a bridge far into the infinite expanse of China.

No Regrets.