Quotes About Freedom

No, what's the use, there's no leaving a place like this for any amount of freedom, thought the dog sniffing dismally, I've got used to it. I'm a gentleman's dog, an intelligent being, acquired a taste for the good things of life. And what is freedom? Smoke, mirage, fiction... the raving of those unhappy-democrats...

Ach, jak siÄ™ cieszÄ™! Nigdy w ?yciu tak siÄ™ nie cieszyÅ'am! Ale proszÄ™ mi wybaczy?, Azazello, ?e jestem naga. Azazello prosiÅ', ?eby siÄ™ tym nie przejmowaÅ'a, zapewniaÅ', ?e widziaÅ' nie tylko nagie kobiety, ale nawet kobiety kompletnie obdarte ze skóry(...).

Mikhail Bulgakov

Mikhail Bulgakov

Ah,meu senhor,a minha esposa,caso eu tivesse uma,teria corrido sério risco de ficar viúva!Mas felizmente,estou feliz por não ser casado.Ah,meu senhor,será que é possível trocar a liberdade de solteiro por esse fardo pesado?

Mikhail Bulgakov

Porém, a feitiçaria, como se sabe, basta começar que ninguém segura.

A childish feeling, I admit, but, when we retire from the conventions of society and draw close to nature, we involuntarily become children: each attribute acquired by experience falls away from the soul, which becomes anew such as it was once and will surely be again.

I felt somehow happy to be so high above the world - a childish feeling, I grant, but we can't help becoming children as we leave social conventions behind and come nearer to nature. All life's experience is shed from us and the soul becomes anew what it once was and will surely be again

Many rare beauties live under our skies, And bright shine the stars in the dark of their eyes. Their love is as sweet as a pleasure can be- But a youth ever longs for a life that is free. Money will buy any number of wives, But a fiery horse is beyond any price. Fast as the wind he will bear you away, Never deceive you, and never betray.

To be invisible is to be free.

A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.

Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.

She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It differentiated her from the others

Draw a line; draw a line that pleases you. And remember that it is not the artist's role to copy the outlines of things but to create a world of his own lines on paper. (pp.28-29)

True human goodness, in all its purity and freedom, can come to the fore only when its recipient has no power.

The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?

Revolution in Love'. Can you tell me what you mean by that? Do you want free love as against bourgeois marriage, or monogamy as against bourgeois promiscuity?

I am not in favor of imposing happiness on people. Everyone has a right to his bad wine, to his stupidity, and to his dirty fingernails.

If excitement is a mechanism our Creator uses for His own amusement, love is something that belongs to us alone and enables us to flee the Creator. Love is our freedom. Love lies beyond Es Muss sein!

She had come to him to escape her mother's world, a world where all bodies were equal. She had come to him to make her body unique, irreplaceble. But he, too had drawn an equal sign between her and the rest of them: he kissed them all alike, stroked them all alike, made no, absolutely no distiction between Tereza's body and the other bodies. He sent her back to the world she tried to escape, sent to march naked with the other naked women

In the realm of totalitarian kitsch, all answers are given in advance and preclude any questions. It follows, then, that the true opponent of totalitarian kitsch is the person who asks questions. A question is like a knife that slices through the stage backdrop and gives us a look at what lies hidden behind it.

It means what you are, wanting what you want and going after it without a sens od shame. People are slaves to rules.

Leroy interrupted Chantal's fantasies: Freedom? As you live our your desolation, you can be either unhappy or happy. Having that choice is what constitutes your freedom. You're free to melt your own individuality into the cauldron of the multitude either with a feeling of defeat or euphoria.