Quotes About Freedom

If you live, live free or die like the trees, standing up.

Trees don't grow even, they don't grow straight just however it makes them happy.

The only thing that ultimately matters is to eat an ice-cream cone, play a slide trombone, plant a small tree, good God, now you're free.

In a chariot of light from the region of the day, the Goddess of Liberty came. She brought in her hand as a pledge of her love, the plant she named Liberty Tree.

I lived an idyllic 'Huckleberry Finn' life in a tiny town. Climbing trees. Tagging after brothers. Happy. Barefoot on my pony. It was 'To Kill a Mockingbird'-esque.

I may be doomed to the stake and the fire, or to the scaffold tree, but it is not in me to falter if I can promote the work of emancipation.

Dictatorship is like a giant beech-tree - very magnificent to look at in its prime, but nothing grows underneath it.

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.

There isn't a tree to hang a man, water to drown a man nor soil to bury a man

I still remember, as a kid, tying a yellow ribbon around a tree in front of my house during the 444 days that Iran held 52 Americans hostage. Iran is not a place we should be doing business with.

It's in the democratic citizen's nature to be like a leaf that doesn't believe in the tree it's part of.

I spent my 16th birthday high as a kite, jumping out of a tree topless in my local park just because it felt amazing hitting the ground.

If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!

Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.

Uniformity, in its motives, its goals, its far-ranging consequences, is the natural enemy of poetry, not to mention the enemy of trees, the soil, the exemplary life therein.

And after we returned to the savannahs and abandoned the trees, did we long for those great graceful leaps and ecstatic moments of weightlessness in the shafts of sunlight of the forest roof?

I knew everything in the forest. I had a secret home tree, where I pretty much lived. I also liked rooftops and streetlamps. My parents would get calls saying 'He's out there again.'

L'arbre de la liberté croît lorsqu'il est arrosé du sang de toute espèce de tyrans (The tree of liberty grows only when watered by the blood of tyrants).

I like playing the stuff where I don´t know what I´m gonna play. Like the end of Fake Plastic Trees or the end of Paranoid Android - stuff where I can do anything and no one notices or cares.

I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.

Give me again my hollow tree A crust of bread, and liberty!

I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees. I ran and I ran, I was looking for me.

The only time I can really relax is up a tree or somewhere outside. I love being outside.

I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.