Quotes About Freedom

Our band had perfected the art of punk-rock camping, throwing a bunch of crap into the van with, like, an hour's notice and just driving out into the mountains, where we'd drink beer, burn food, jam on our instruments around the campfire, and sack out under the open sky.

Poetry isn't math was our battle cry

There are so many ways to live, to define what living means for you and you alone. We are so narrow in our thinking, and once you understand that, once you decide to not abide by these artificial constraints, anything is possible and you are so liberated

I´ll let you go. If you stay.

I wasn't in danger today," I tell him in a choked voice. "I escaped danger today." And I did... I feel like the whole day has been an electrical shock, paddles straight to my heart, bringing me out of a lifelong torpor I hadn't even known I was in. "I escaped," I repeat.

I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

Eu deixo-te ir. Se ficares.

Apparently when you only have one day, you can say anything and live to tell.

There are so many ways to live, to define what living means for you and you alone.

I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.

Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one

Sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one

Travelling's not something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing. You can't work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

En toch. 'Opgroeien in deze hemel op aarde was als leven in een plastic zak,' schreef hij. 'Er heerste een verstikkend gevoel van opsluiting, alsof je voortdurend je eigen lucht inademde. Door te veel orde en te weinig risico's werd het leven benauwd en triviaal – en dat terwijl dit een wereld van vrijheid en ongekende kansen heette te zijn.

The gift of the teacher is to let go before the aspiring artist becomes locked within a closed system of instruction.

I was a timid rebel, held in a straitjacket of indecision. Each time I tried to take a step, I met mental and physical restraints.

There are two kinds of people,' she'd said. 'Those who coast through life like ducks in a row, following one after the other, and those who ride the waves.'" Tears spilled down my cheeks, and my voice cracked. "'Ride the waves, baby, and live. Live.

Is it sad that my first thought happened to be: Thank God I'm off the treadmill.

You," the female on the bed said, her timbre shaded with irrittion. "New guy. Angel Boy. Colonel Curls, or whatever you want to be called. I'm done asking, so now I'm commanding. Free me.

No one could ever truly be free as long as they loved, and life wasn't worth living without love. So freedom? Overrated.

This is illegal. If you don't let me out, you'll be arrested. I swear you will. You'll go to prison and be forced to have intimate relations with a man named Butch. Let. Me. Out.

The grave is the end And I will never accept that I have been set free from the chains that bind me. I know "Death has lost its victory" Is a lie, because there is no greater truth than this: "Life is hopeless" Gotta

He spun away from his friends. Glanced down. The puddles were now undulating fiercely against the jagged rocks lining the ground. They were still beckoning. Deliverance, they whispered. Just for a little while….

Is it sad that my first thought happened to be: Thank God I'm off the treadmill!