Quotes About Freedom

We are free -- to become agents of whatever power we wish.

I just want to be a warrior maiden and go on adventures. I don't want to fall in love

This is what I've come to, he said mournfully. Following little birdies

Locks are for the unimaginative.

A sudden thought shocked him to the bone. I could leave Carthak when I'm a master. I'd never have to think about the games again.

People with a good life would defend it more vigorously than people who were beaten down by their masters and their fates.

Daine: Master Stefan?...D'you ever want to run with the herd? To just--be a horse? Do what the herd does Stefan: Course I do,..Don't everybody? Daine: What keeps you from doing it? Stefan: He rubbed his strawlike hair. I'm a man. I can't be runnin' with the herd, now can I?

Turnstall's view of what men could and couldn't do was sometimes odd. Our old parter Goodwin and I agreed that there was no manly or unwomanly, only what you chose to do.

Folk in the Lower City do not tell each other how to worship, or if they do, it is not for long.

I did not say I knew swiving well what my spirit called for, and it was not a curst cage!

Free of me, I was whole.

No man to lord, no child to hold.

Their life was aimless, that was, literally without aims. This was what living was about, they said. Not to join in, become imprisoned by rules and inhibitions. One should simply exist.

No one asks a robot what he wants.

Down the stairs again leapt Art. She whirled across the lower landing, her head full of barking cannon, towering rigging, the creak of timbers, the voice of her mother, Molly. Before her eyes floated the golden oasts of Amer Rica, Persis, and Zanzibari, dolphins springing like silver bullets from the blue mouths of the waves. 'Her father must be fetched!' shouted Miss Eeble. 'She has gone mad!' 'Sane,' remarked Art. 'Gone sane.

The young woman, who was no one's lady now save her own, pealed with a vibrant and wholesome mirth.

Now let's be going before Susina finishes biting the cash, and comes to ravish you." "You paid her. I'm in your debt-" "Yes, yes, and the sun is a vast light, and the world has four corners, and we are all in Lucifer's net. Out of the trap, mouse. The cheese is eaten.

My felicitations," he said himself aloud, and in Mercurio's tones. "You have got away.

Susina had made her own way. Judging by the courtyard and the house and the wine, a primrose path indeed. And if Hellfire was at the end of it, then so it was for many others.

Fine living is not for you, lads, eh? Well, go out and play in the streets for a while, my honeys.

Silly girl, he does not cast a shadow." "So, he does not. Is it his fault? If he is the magician's slave he has no choice about what he will do in the matter of shadows. Have I a choice if Old Ash tells me to get wood?" "Wood and shadows are not the same.

But you have to realize, there is no such thing as this tidy little box you think you have to fold up and fit into; it simply does not exist. That's what I'm learning, learning as we speak.

Man is certainly free, but he is responsible for this freedom before God as before men. This responsibility is inevitably moral. In order of this morality, to be free is to protect the freedom of others and their dignities.

I say again, you must feel you are freed. It's not right for you to go on as you are. It's not like you. You're a different person. Don't answer. It's not meant to be answered. But it's like the gleaming of stars in a well. And no explanation.