Quotes About Freedom

But... don't we get a say? Actually, said Cirrus, no.

Wasn't that the greatest perk of a perfect world? That there were no limits to what a person could do or become?

Mientras que la libertad da lugar al crecimiento y la sabiduría, el permiso permite que el mal florezca a una luz del día que, de otro modo, acabaría por destruirlo.

All his life there was only one thing Lec was allowed to believe. It had surrounded him, cocooned him, constricted him with the same stifling softness as the layers of insulation around him now. For the first time in his life, Lev feels those bounds around his soul begin to loosen.

The unexpected hope of freedom is enticing yet terrifying. His life here is awful but tolerable. What would his life be out there, in a world that will see him as a monster? He could live alone, a recluse at the edge of civilization, bothering no one, and no one bothering him. Is that the life he wants? These are questions he can't answer - all he knows is freedom is desirable above all things.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. —Albert Camus

All children in Madagascar were raised genderless and forbidden to choose a gender until reaching adulthood. Even then, many didn't choose a single state of being. Some, like Jerico, found fluidity to be their nature. "I feel like a woman beneath the sun and the stars. I feel like a man under the cover of clouds," Jerico had explained to the crew when assuming command. "A simple glance at the skies will let you know how to address me at any given time.

There is a fine line between freedom and permission. The former is necessary. The latter is dangerous--perhaps the most dangerous thing the species that created me has ever faced.

Ezra the artist, who Possuelo saw fit to set free, took to painting a mural to fill one of the larger caverns. It tickled him that this could become a pilgrimage destination for future Tonists, if indeed there would be any future Tonists, and that his cave paintings might be endlessly analyzed by scholars of tomorrow. He introduced some odd elements just to confuse them. A dancing bear, a five-eyed boy, and an eleven-hour clock missing the number 4.

Should evil people be allowed the freedom to be evil, without any safety nets? Is that what Purity was? Was she evil?

She now understood the allure the sea held for Jeri. The freedom to leave your darkest shadows behind, and the hope that those shadows might drown before they could find you.

Sie ist ein Kind der Sixties, blind der Masse zu folgen war nie ihre Sache. Stattdessen versucht sie, sich die nonkonformen Fragen der Welt zu stellen, weil konforme Fragen nur zu konformen Antworten führen.

pedestal is nothing more than an elegant cage. No walls, no locks, but unless one has wings to fly away, one is trapped. A pedestal is the most insidious prison ever devised.

Les diría que si están huyendo, que huyan, porque tienen todo el derecho a intentar sobrevivir. Pero que no importa lo que les suceda, porque su vida tendrá sentido.

but Cam has come to understand that a pedestal is nothing more than an elegant cage. No walls, no locks, but unless one has wings to fly away, one is trapped. A pedestal is the most insidious prison ever devised.

A self-important dictator gives permission for his subjects to blame the world's ills on those least able to defend themselves. A haughty queen gives permission to slaughter in the name of God. An arrogant head of state gives permission to all nature of hate as long as it feeds his ambition. And the unfortunate truth is, people devour it. Society gorges itself, and rots. Permission is the bloated corpse of freedom.

You can be anyone you want to be now, Unwind (pg. 80)

We can't make you do anything," said one of the scythes she didn't know, a woman in violet with PanAsian leanings.

Have you decided what color you'll be? And what jewels you'll have on your robe? a girl asked... Invisible, Rowan said. I'll come up the statehouse steps naked. Those'll be some jewels, quipped one of the junior scythes, and everyone laughed.

For Connor it's not about stupidity, or even rebellion—it's about feeling life. Sitting on this ledge, hidden behind an exit sign is where he feels most comfortable. Sure, one false step and he's roadkill. Yet for Connor, life on the edge is home.

Then they pull onto Route 66, heading east into a world that's ripe for saving.

He could grow it into any style he chose. Be anyone he wanted to be. Wasn't that the greatest perk of a perfect world? That there were no limits to what a person could do or become? Anyone in the world could be anything they imagined. Too bad that imagination had atrophied.

I have found that building a sandbox around a domineering child, then allowing that child to preside over it, frees the adults to do the real work.

While freedom gives rise to growth and enlightenment, permission allows evil to flourish in a light of day that would otherwise destroy it. A self-important dictator gives permission for his subjects to blame the world's ills on those least able to defend themselves...An arrogant head of state gives permission to all nature of hate as long as it feeds his ambition. And the unfortunate truth is, people devour it. Society gorges itself, and rots. Permission is the bloated corpse of freedom.