Quotes About Freedom

A man, at least, is free; he can explore every passion, every land, overcome obstacles, taste the most distant pleasures. But a woman is continually thwarted. Inert and pliant at the same time, she must struggle against both the softness of her flesh and subjection to the law. Her will, like the veil tied to her hat by a string, flutters with every breeze; there is always some desire luring her on, some convention holding her back.

Of all possible debauches, traveling is the greatest that I know; that's the one they invented when they got tired of all the others.

Art requires neither complaisance nor politeness; nothing but faith, faith and freedom.

Standing side by side, on some rising ground, they felt, as they drank in the air, the pride of a life more free penetrating into the depths of their souls, with a superabundance of energy, a joy which they could not explain.

It is a wonderful thing, how no one will allow anyone to live as he likes.

Travel, leave everything, copy the birds. The home is one of civilization's sadnesses.

The mind travels more freely on this limitless expanse, the contemplation of which elevates the soul, gives ideas of the infinite, the idea?

A man, at least, is free; he can explore each passion and every kingdom, conquer obstacles, feast upon the most exotic pleasures. But a woman is continually thwarted. Both inert and yielding, against her are ranged the weakness of the flesh and the inequity of the law. Her will, like the veil strung to her bonnet, flutters in every breeze; always there is the desire urging, always the convention restraining.

What happiness there had been in those days! What freedom! What hope! What an abundance of illusions! She had none left now. Each new venture had cost her some of them, each of her successive conditions: as virgin, wife and mistress; she had lost them all along the course of her life, like a traveler who leaves some of his wealth at every inn along the road.

What happiness there had been at that time, what freedom, what hope! What an abundance of illusions! Nothing was left of them now. She had got rid of them all in her soul's life, in all her successive conditions of life, maidenhood, her marriage, and her love—thus constantly losing them all her life through, like a traveller who leaves something of his wealth at every inn along his road.

She hoped for a son; he would be strong and dark; she would call him George; and this idea of having a male child was like an expected revenge for all her impotence in the past. A man, at least, is free; he may travel over passions and over countries, overcome obstacles, taste of the most far-away pleasures. But a woman is always hampered.

Shake the vermin from thy rags! Rise up from thy filth! Thy god is not a moloch who demands human flesh in sacrifice!

It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating. Today, for instance, as man and woman, both lover and mistress, I rode in a forest on an autumn afternoon under the yellow leaves, and I was also the horse, the leaves, the wind, the words my people uttered, even the red sun that made them almost close their love-drowned eyes.

A man, at any rate, is free. He can explore the passions and the continents, can surmount obstacles, reach out to the most distant joys. Whereas a woman is constantly thwarted. At once inert and pliant, she has to contend with both physical weakness and legal subordination. Her will is like the veil on her bonnet, fastened by a single string and quivering at every breeze that blows. Always there is a desire that impels and a convention that restrains.

Affermazione di libertà che lo innalzava nella stima di se stesso. Era come l'iniziazione al mondo, l'accesso ai piaceri proibiti. Non le piaceva il mare se non in tempesta, e l'erba se non quando era disseminata tra la rovine. Bisognava che potesse ricavare dalle cose una specie di profitto personale, e respingeva come inutile tutto quello che non contribuiva a riempire il suo cuore: di temperamento più sentimentale che artistico ricercava emozioni e non panorami.

El futuro nos tortura y el pasado nos encadena. He ahí por qué se nos escapa el presente.

A man, at least, is free; he may travel over passions and over countries, overcome obstacles, taste of the most far-away pleasures. But a woman is always hampered. At once inert and flexible, she has against her the weakness of the flesh and legal dependence. Her will, like the veil of her bonnet, held by a string, flutters in every wind; there is always some desire that draws her, some conventionality that restrains.

Since governments take the right of death over their people, it is not astonishing if the people should sometimes take the right of death over governments. [ On Water ]

True love in my view can only flourish in conditions where there is a mixture of freedom and constraint. An imposed love, sanctioned by law and blessed by a priest does not really seem the same thing at all

Essayez donc de vous dégager de tout ce qui vous enferme, faites cet effort surhumain de sortir vivant de votre corps, de vos intérêts, de vos pensées et de l'humanité tout entière, pour regarder ailleurs, et vous comprendrez combien ont peu d'importance les querelles des romantiques et des naturalistes, et la discussion du budget. »

Institutionalised love always looks down on her more liberal sister

Amilyen mértékben dagadt a teste, lelke egyre költÅ'ibben szárnyalt; s amíg az elhájasodott test a karosszék foglya lett, gondolatai érzelmes kalandokat szövögettek, melyeknek hÅ'snÅ'jévé saját magát tette meg. Voltak kedvenc történetei, amiket álomképeiben mindig felidézett, ahogyan a zenélÅ'doboz is végeszakadatlanul ugyanazt a dalt ismétli, ha felhúzzák.

We still have some time to take advantage of the fact that radio and television stations are not yet guarded by the army.

Il est ce qui échappe à l'activité des hommes, à la reconsidération et à la correction de leur Å"uvre.