Quotes About Freedom

turned away from the sooty sill and the dark city- turned away forever from the factories, the personal strivings, to a life of the imagination.

As I grew older the things I cared about grew fewer, but were more important. ... Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing - the reason they can fly.

This morning the water lilies are no less lovely, I think, than the lilies of Monet. And I do not want anymore to be useful, to be docile, to lead children out of the fields into the text of civility, to teach them that they are (they are not) better than the grass.

Sometimes there are no rules.

You broke the cage and flew.

I have refused to live locked in the orderly house of reasons and proofs.

Discussing free verse if like talking about an iceberg, a shining object that is mostly underwater.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

And that I did not give to anyone the responsibility for my life. It is mine. I made it. And can do what I want to with it. Live it. Give it back, someday, without bitterness, to the wild and weedy dunes.

What kind of life is it always to plan and do, to promise and finish, to wish for the near and the safe? Yes, by the heavens, if I wanted a boat I would want a boat I couldn't steer.

I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild and want it back.

Your heart is beating, isn't it? You're not in chains, are you? There is nothing more pathetic than caution when headlong might save a life, even, possibly, your own

What I mean is, I wanted to live my life but I didn't want to do what I had to do

I have refused to live locked in the orderly house of reasons and proofs. The world I live in and believe in is wider than that. And anyway, what's wrong with Maybe?

I did not give to anyone the responsibility for my life.It is mine. I made it. And can do what I want to with it.

It's impossible not to remember wild and want it back.

Clouds have forms, porous and shape-shifting, bumptious, fleecy.

Neither is it possible to control, or regulate, the machinery of creativity.

Certainly there is within each of us a self that is neither a child, nor a servant of the hours. It is a third self, occasional in some of us, tyrant in others. This self is out of love with the ordinary; it is out of love with time. It has a hunger for eternity.

When the thumb of fear lifts, we are so alive.

Your heart is beating, isn't it? You're not in chains, are you? There is nothing more pathetic than caution when headlong might save a life, even, possibly, your own.

I felt like a little donkey when his burden is finally lifted. Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who nothing--the reason they can fly.

I felt like a little donkey when his burden is finally lifted. Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing--the reason they can fly.

Quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk!