Quotes About Freedom

I do not want to choose which one of you I must love or hate. Here, I am free to do neither. I want no part of your bitterness.

Learning is a good thing, but unless it's tempered by faith and a love of freedom, it can be very dangerous indeed.

If you want to understand love, first learn about freedom.

Love one another, but let's try not to possess one another.

The true lover realizes that freedom is needed for loyalty to blossom.

This was freedom; to feel what the heart desired with no thought to the opinion of the rest... She was free, for love liberates.

With love, there are no rules. The heart decides and what it decides is all that really matters.

We become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched.

That's how love got lost ... when we started laying down rules for when love should or shouldn't appear.

And does not true freedom mean choosing ways in this world that lead to the good of all and are guided by love?

I love riding, even if it's just my Vespa. You just zip and do your thing. I find there's a different awareness when I ride; it connects me to my senses and to God.

Live, love, knowing that we're all free Now that we are blessed in our country And realise how lucky we are

Love brings freedom. Loyalty brings slavery.

Come and love me, be my apeman girl, and we will be so happy in my apeman world.

I love to rock, but it's liberating not to always have to keep up with the freight train that is the Old 97's

I like that you can open up any one of my books anywhere and immediately be lost. I just love them so much.

I love the freedom of movement that my phone gives me. That has definitely transformed my life.

Tell Youth to play with Wine and Love and never bear away the scars! I may as well tilt up the sky and yet try not to spill the stars.

I think if you put something in a file that says "war poems" or "love poems" that you already restrict the way in which the poem might move.

Love frees us to embrace all of our history, the history in which all things are being made new.

No one complains of being a prisoner of love who has ever been a prisoner of loneliness.

The love that previously dared not speak its name has now grown hoarse from screaming it.

While knowledge of tools and the love of motif may be in your backpack, and all mountains may be measured by their previous heroes, art must exist for you in a place beyond the judgment of others.

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.