Quotes About Freedom

Once i thought that to be human was the highest aim a man could have, but now I see it was meant to destroy me. Today I am proyd to say that I an inhuman, that I belong not to men and governments, that I have nothing to do with creeds and principles. I have nothing to do with the creaking machinery of humanity-I belong to the earth!

Despite all the talk about freedom of speech, freedom of the press, electoral freedom, and so on, I dare say it would be a shock to know what the common man thinks about the problems which confront the world. The common man is always cleverly set off one against the other, children are always ruled out, young people are ordered to conform and obey, and the views of the wise, the saintly, the true servers of mankind, are forever scorned as impractical.

There was nothing I wished to do which I could just as well not do.

Though he exudes culture and learning, he is at home with children, nobodies and idiots. His daily routine is so simple as to be almost primitive. It begins with a long morning prayer for the protection of the creature world against the sadistic men of science who torture and vivisect them. Without wants, he has become free as a bird, and what is more important, he is acutely aware of his hard-won freedom and rejoices in it.

Mostly, I was happy, I was laughing, I was having a good time. I had a good time because, as I said before, I really didn't give a fuck about anything.

Cuando me dejó, fingía o quizá lo creyera, que era necesario para nuestro bien. Yo sabía en el fondo de mi corazón que estaba intentando liberarse de mí, pero era demasiado cobarde como para reconocerlo.

Ä°ster kabul edilsin, ister edilmesin, sanatç?n?n kafas? sürekli olarak dünyay? yeniden yaratma, insan?n safl???n? yeniden yaratma düÅŸüncesiyle meÅŸguldür. Bunun ötesinde, insan?n safl???n? yaln?zca özgürlüÄŸünü kazanarak yeniden elde edebileceÄŸini bilir. ÖzgürlüÄŸün buradaki anlam? otomasyonun ölümüdür.

Vreau s? ucid c?rÈ›i,scriitori,editori,cititori.A scrie pentru public nu înseamn? absolut nimic pentru mine.Eu aÈ™ vrea s? scriu pentru nebuni- sau pentru îngeri.

There will be oceans of space in which to move about, to perambulate, to sing, to dance, to climb, to bathe, to leap somersaults, to whine, to rape, to murder.

I have found God, but he is insufficient. I am only spiritually dead. Physically I am alive. Morally I am free.

If you have no money but only a love of freedom, only a prayer for mercy on your lips, you are debarred, returned to the slaughter-house, shunned as a leper.

No podía desperdiciar el tiempo haciendo de maestro, abogado, médico, político o cualquier otra cosa que la sociedad pudiera ofrecer. Era más fácil aceptar trabajos humildes porque me dejaban la mente en libertad.

No particular reason for getting off here. No particular reason for anything. I'm free -- that's the main thing...

The fact is that censorship always defeats its own purpose, for it creates, in the end, the kind of society that is incapable of exercising real discretion. In the long run it will create a generation incapable of appreciating the difference between independence of thought and subservience.

A free society cherishes nonconformity. It knows that from the non-conformist, from the eccentric, have come many of the great ideas of freedom. A free society fertilizes the soil in which non-conformity and dissent and individualism can grow.

Self is the only prison which can contain.

Resolve, and thou art free.

These are the woes of Slaves; They glare from the abyss; They cry, from unknown graves, We are the Witnesses!

Resolve, and thou art free. But breathe the air Of mountains, and their unapproachable summits Will lift thee to the level of themselves.

And oft the blessed time foretells When all men shall be free; And musical, as silver bells, Their falling chains shall be.

Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head; And a shout ascends on high, For men's souls are tired of the Turks, And their wicked ways and works, That have made of Ak-Hissar A city of the plague; And the loud, exultant cry That echoes wide and far Is: Long live Scanderbeg!

Buatlah keputusan, maka anda akan bebas.

Free election of masters does not abolish the masters or the slaves.

Inasmuch as art preserves, with the promise of happiness, the memory of the goal that failed, it can enter, as a 'regulative idea,' the desperate struggle for changing the world. Against all fetishism of the productive forces, against the continued enslavement of individuals by the objective conditions (which remain those of domination), art represents the ultimate goal of all revolutions: the freedom and happiness of the individual.