Quotes About Freedom

True love can break the most powerful curse

Freedom, my friend, can only be found in His grace.

The soul yearns to fly home on the wings of love to the world of ideas. It longs to be freed from the chains of the body.

The tyranny of necessity grants its slaves three kinds of freedom: opinion free from intellect, entertainment free from art, and orgies free from love.

Let your love fly like a bird on a wing And let your love bind you to all livin' things And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean That's the reason.

Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren't in love.

You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.

I fell in love with running, and I finally have time to do it now.

I'd love a day devoid of responsibilities. I've often thought about going to a hotel just to have a day away from everything.

To Serve the God of Love one must be free, one must face the terrible responsibility of the decision to love in spite of all unworthiness whether in oneself or in one's neighbor.

...who proved that you don't have to do what your parents want, or what your boyfriend wants, for you to be happy. You just have to be yourself, for there is no love greater than self love

And you love to read, you love to escape, right?

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

Government has no place telling you who to fall in love with and who to marry.

I'm a very independent person, I love being alone, writing and doing music and stuff.

I love country music. I don't ever feel restricted by the genre.

Love is free; it does not depend on the desirability of its object, but loves for love's sake.

Love means knowing when to let go.

I just love my age. I really do. I feel like once I hit 40, I felt free to be me.

Freedom of love is freedom to say yes to many lovers.

Rory, do you want to go live in the sky? On a Pegasus?

Let her have her moose.

Memory is freedom of the past. But what has no present will not accept the present of a memory either. Memory says of the event: it once was and now it will never be again. The irremediable character of what has no present, of what is not even there as having once been there, says: it never happened, never for a first time, and yet it starts over, again, again, infinitely. It is without end, without beginning. It is without a future.

Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him—and it was still hot.