Quotes About Freedom

Acaso es correcto, o siquiera razonable, que un hombre de materia igual a la de otro, tan compuesto de lo mismo y en misma variedad, cuya locura e impudicia comparte con los esclavos a los que gobierna, se erija en déspota absoluto y diga quién es libre y quién no en su tierra?

case with Cocodrie Bayou, which Solomon must have heard with a starting "p." Here is a list

Suffice it to say, during the whole long day I came not to the conclusion, even once, that the southern slave, fed, clothed, whipped and protected by his master, is happier than the free colored citizen of the North. To that conclusion I have never since arrived.

So we passed, hand-cuffed and in silence, through the streets of Washington through the Capital of a nation, whose theory of government, we are told, rests on the foundation of man's inalienable right to life, LIBERTY, and the pursuit of happiness! Hail! Columbia, happy land, indeed!

The sun shone out warmly; the birds were singing in the trees. The happy birds - I envied them. I wished for wings like them, that I might cleave the air to where my birdlings waited vainly for their father's coming, in the cooler region of the North.

So we passed, hand-cuffed and in silence, through the streets of Washington through the Capital of a nation, whose theory of government, we are told, rests on the foundation of man's inalienable right to life, LIBERTY, and the pursuit of happiness! Hail! Columbia, happy land, indeed!

There may be humane masters, as there certainly are inhuman ones—there may be slaves well-clothed, well-fed, and happy, as there surely are those half-clad, half-starved and miserable; nevertheless, the institution that tolerates such wrong and inhumanity as I have witnessed, is a cruel, unjust, and barbarous one. Men

If I can succeed in getting you away from here, it will be a good act that I shall like to think of all my life. And I shall succeed, Platt; I'm bound to do it. ... I'm with you, life or death.

doubt not he understood then better than I did, the danger and the penalty of selling a free man into slavery. He felt the necessity of closing my mouth against the crime he knew he was committing.

12 Years a Slave

rescued in the month of January, 1853

they would deliver me from thraldom. Alas! I had not then learned the measure of "man's inhumanity to man," nor to what limitless extent of wickedness he will go for the love of gain.

Is every thing right because the law allows it ? Suppose they'd pass a law taking away your liberty and making you a slave?

It could not be that a free citizen of New-York, who had wronged no man, nor violated any law, should be dealt with thus inhumanly. The more I contemplated my situation, however, the more I became confirmed in my suspicions. It was a desolate thought, indeed. I felt there was no trust or mercy in unfeeling man; and commending myself to the God of the oppressed, bowed my head upon my fettered hands, and wept most bitterly.

Let her be. She got a right to be different. She gonna stumble on herself one of these days. Just let the child be.

You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That's what happens when you're alive.

No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.

He's used to the freedom of neglect; he likes it.

A tethered thing is a dead thing...

I never do enjoy my breaks, long or short...I look forward to them intensely, but as soon as they begin, I can feel them starting to end. I feel the temporariness of my freedom, and find it hard to concentrate on anything other than the sensation of it trickling away.

If there's an aspect of your life that's making you unhappy and you can escape from it, why wait? Too many people stick around and try to improve things, which often means slogging your guts out to compensate for the deficiencies of others. Personally, I'm a fan of the discard: leave it; move on.

If you only have one world, one life, then however brilliant it is most of the time, you have nowhere to run when you need to escape from it for a while.

Als je eenmaal hebt geaccepteerd dat niemand je ooit zal begrijpen en je hebt dat overweldigende gevoel van eenzaamheid overwonnen, dan heeft het wel iets prettigs, eerlijk gezegd. Jij bent de enige deskundige in je eigen kleine wereldje, en je kunt doen waar je zin in hebt.

I think one of the worst mistakes we make is investing so much significance in details of our lives that don't matter at all. We can just choose. It doesn't matter all that much, and maybe there's no wrong choice.