Quotes About Freedom

There was really no need for a woman to have a man in her life in order to be happy, Cecily assured herself. In fact, a man could be quite bothersome, especially when he refused to explain the reason for his disturbing behavior. If she ever returned to this life, she had often told herself, it would be as a man. Men, it seemed, were blithely unconcerned with the feelings of others.

Anger was like laughter; it was better let free.

I'm pretty good at walking away from things—probably too good, in fact.

Freedom is our strength but comes with responsibility, went my thinking; it had to be tended and fed, or some such lofty idealism in a schoolgirl's musing.

What is our freedom fight about? Is it about the liberation of children or just having sex with them?

To love is simply to allow another to be, live, grow, expand, become. An appreciation that demands and expects nothing in return.

I don't believe in monogamy, possessing people, the rightness or inevitability of jealousy.

What I want is outrageous: all the possible pleasures of freedom. I want to go beyond the old system of possession, the notion of person as a thing owned. Like so many of us now, I'm experimenting with life, trying to get it right, to do it better, aware how often we're merely rationalizing — but still trying to create a new kind of social existence.

Yeterince erkeksi ya da kad?ns? olmamak, do?al yap?ya ayk?r? dü?mek gibi gösteriliyor. Ve hepimiz kad?n ya da erkek olarark do?du?umuz için, cinsel ki?ili?imizi yitirirsek yok olaca??m?z gibi bir dü?ünceye uyarlanmak isteniyoruz.

Ba?kald?r?dan devrime geçi?, geçmi? özleminden kurtulup yeni alternatifler yaratmay? gerektirir.

As Elizabeth put it, "I have neglected no duties, have injured no one, have always tried to do unto others as I would wish to be done by; and yet, here in America, I am imprisoned because I could not say I believed what I did not believe.

Woman is too volatile and spiritual, a being to be kept down by mere brute force," she [Elizabeth Packard] wrote. "You can cage a bird and thus keep her down on a level with her serpent-mate, but just give her the use of her powers, its freedom, and she will rise.

It was not how one lived, but how one chose to die.

Drawing on his uncle's insights into the workings of the human mind, Bernays knew that the secret to influencing preferences lay not in advertising a product's attributes (it's bigger, faster, shinier!) but in associating that product with deeply held values, such as freedom and power.

Among the freest women were the singers and actresses of travelling companies, the most capable groups attached for long periods to one court or another, as in Mantua and Ferrara.

As soon as I began to earn what might be called fairly large sums, I bought a car and began to explore the country around New York.

When I am outside in the fresh air my ideas take a higher direction," Napoleon said. "I cannot understand how some men can work successfully if they are always inside, beside the fireplace, without communication with the sky."30

A right includes the freedom to use it in ways others find distressing or even wrong.

For medieval women as well as men literary productivity goes hand in hand with the opportunity for education, at least a modicum of scholarly idleness, access to materials needed for work, some financial independence, patronage in social, religious, or financial form (...) With women writers, an added prerequisite often entails the freedom from repeated pregnancies and childbearing. [Introduction]

Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.

I wonder if I'll ever forgive Evandar? I wonder even more if I should bother," Aderyn said. "Of course you should," Nevyn said wearily, "but for your own sake, not his. Hatred binds a man to what he hates, and I think me you need to be free of him.

O beautiful for spacious skies,For amber waves of grain,For purple mountain majestiesAbove the fruited plain!America! America!God shed his grace on theeAnd crown thy good with brotherhoodFrom sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for spacious skies for amber waves of grain

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?