Quotes About Freedom

Today's society has decided it's better to assume, deceive or lie to ourselves to spare our own feelings. When accepted the truth will set us free. Anything aside from that will torment us. Feelings are made from thoughts; thoughts can be controled. We fall in love because we THINK about how wonderful someone is; we hate because we can't stop THINKING about what they did to us. In the end, WE control our own thoughts and feelings.

No matter what happens to me you better keep playing soccer. And kiss a few guys for me. What the heck, kiss a lot of guys for me! [pp.127]

Hunger can strengthen the weak, inspire the timid, bully the powerful. The voice of hunger can free the oppressed and right injustice. It can alter history.

Education liberates a woman.

A person isn't a bird. You can't cage a person.

when i reached the bottom, i finally understood what Guthrie meant when he shouted, "LIBERO!" It was a celebration of being alive

You were meant to dance like a bird is meant to fly.

I don't know if you have ever experienced the suffocating confinement of others' expectations on your life, but it is a very difficult burden to bear.

How Jesus Broke the Rules to Set You Free: A Woman's Walk in Power and Purpose.)

But it is well to always remember that you have options, precisely as you did before your gift broke through.

An Underground Railroad story with a distinctive flavor. –Booklist

Very different from other middle grade of YA stories I've read about slaves running during the 1800s. – Wandering Librarian

Freedom is a delicate flower, like a pretty leaf in the air: It's hard to catch and may not be what you thought when you get it, she observed quietly.- Polly from Copper Sun

Qué harías si pudieras volar? -preguntó la señora mientras desviaba la vista del pájaro y la posaba en mí. -¿Es una pregunta para el concurso? -escribí con una sonrisa. -Creo que ya estudiamos todo -respondió sonriendo entre dientes. -Tendría miedo de lanzarme -tecleé. -¿Por temor a caer? -preguntó. -No. Por temor a que la sensación de volar me resultara demasiado agradable -me llevó mucho tiempo escribir eso.

Ain't gonna let nobody turn me round, Turn me round, turn me round. Ain't gonna let nobody turn me round. Gonna keep on walkin', keep on talkin' Marching up to freedom land.

Songs Float up to sky- fly free

instead of kissing and being kissed, I'll go through airports praising people, like an Antichrist saying, You do not need to change your life.

God damn it, you sang, in your chains, for every thief crucified, for every King and X hash-hashinated, for every Shepard hung by butcher birds from the wire, for every whole note hung by its rope from the score... gnashing lies till they were dead, shaking the lies' bodies to be sure they did not twitch

My mother's people came here yearning to sing to their God, to breathe free, men and women attacked by their landlords, who called them wretched refuse, teeming with vermin. They'd pushed off from that shore, homeless on the ocean, through calm and tempest

only a sojourner, in our home, where the heart, after its long, good years, was sparrow-netted to make its own cage

and farther into cold fog I let him go, I lay and stretched on love's fucking stretcher, and let him wander on his own the haunt salt mazes.

casting himself off a cliff in his fervor to get free of me.

as he soars from the precipice edge, dreamy.

When anyone escapes, my heart leaps up. Even when it's I who am escaped from, I am half on the side of the leaver.