Quotes About Freedom

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin' I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it.

What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.

People need to be encouraged, not stepped on and put in a straitjacket!

I march in the parade of liberty But as long as I love you I'm not free How long must I suffer such abuse Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.

Privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.

why be bothered with other people's set-ups? it only leads to torture.

I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.

If I was building any new kind of life to live, it really didn't seem that way. It's not as if I had turned in any old one to live it. If anything, I wanted to understand things and then be free of them. I needed to learn how to telescope things, ideas. Things were too big to see all at once, like all the books in the library -everything laying around on all the tables. You might be able to put it all into one paragraph or into one verse of a song if you could get it right.

Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his [and her] freedom.

Todays the day gonna grab my trombone and blow Thunder on the Mountain

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

When you ain't got nothin', you got nothin' to lose.

Though the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools, I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales for the disrobed faceless forms of no position. Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts - all down in taken-for-granted situations. Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute, and the mistreated mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute, for the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an' cheated by pursuit. And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me You'll never know the hurt I suffer nor the pain I rise above And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or you kind of love And it makes me feel so sorry.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow

A song is anything that can walk by itself.

It was a strange world ahead that would unfold, a thunderhead of a world with jagged lightning edges. Many got it wrong and never did get it right. I went straight into it. It was wide open. One thing for sure, not only was it not run by God, but it wasn't run by the devil either.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

I don't want to go to Italy no more, I don't want to go nowhere no more. You end up crashing in a private airplane, in the mountains of Tennessee... or Sicily...

You're born with the wrong names, wrong parents. I mean, that happens. You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free.

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all.