Quotes About Freedom

There is a fine line between freedom and permission.

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

It's just that unwinding makes slavery look good. It's always the lesser of two evils.

Life would be so much easier without people telling us what we're supposed to feel—what we're supposed to do. Life would be so much easier if everyone left us alone.

Und wenn ihr Gewissen droht, sie in den Abgrund zu reißen, müsste sie sich dann nicht davon befreien, damit sie überleben kann?

Another part of him wanted to howl to the moon like a wolf.

Precítenie bolesti nás oslobodí, aby sme mohli pocítiÃ…Â¥ radosÃ…Â¥ z toho, že sme ?udskými bytosÃ…Â¥ami. Bez hrozby utrpenia nemôžeme zažiÃ…Â¥ pravú radosÃ…Â¥.

Don't you see, Lev? you can save yourself. You can be anyone you want to be now.

You can be anyone you want to be now...

In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk!

It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance

Free man, you will always cherish the sea! The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul In the infinite unrolling of its billows; Your mind is an abyss that is no less bitter.

Dis-moi, ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe!

It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.

I love to think of those naked epochs Whose statues Phoebus liked to tinge with gold. At that time men and women, lithe and strong, Tasted the thrill of love free from care and prudery, And with the amorous sun caressing their loins They gloried in the health of their noble bodies.

Derrière les ennuis et les vastes chagrins Qui chargent de leur poids l'existence brumeuse, Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse S'élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins

Habría que añadir dos derechos a la lista de derechos del hombre: El derecho al desorden y el derecho a marcharse.

Whose thoughts, like larks, rise on the freshening breeze, Who fans the morning with his tameless wings, Skims over life, and understands with ease The speech of flowers and other voiceless things.

Ancak eÅŸit olduÄŸunu kan?tlayan kiÅŸi eÅŸittir bir baÅŸkas?na, özgürlüÄŸü ancak onu kazanan hak eder.

Oh Muerte, capitana, ya es tiempo, el ancla alcemos! Nos hastía esta tierra, ¡oh Muerte!, ¡hay que zarpar! Si son de tinta negros cielo y mar cual los vemos, nuestros pechos, que ahondaste, sólo saben brillar. ¡Vierte en nosotros el veneno que conforta! Mientras arda este fuego que en el cerebro llevo, sondeemos el abismo, Cielo, Infierno: ¿qué importa? ¡Al fondo de lo Ignoto para encontrar lo nuevo!

Celui dont les pensers, comme des alouettes, Vers les cieux le matin prennent un libre essor, — Qui plane sur la vie, et comprend sans effort Le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes !

Now is the time to get drunk! To stop being the martyred slaves of time, to get absolutely drunk - on wine, poetry, or on virtue, as you please.

Hombre libre, siempre adorarás el mar! El mar es tu espejo; contemplas tu alma En el desarrollo infinito de su oleaje, Y tu espíritu no es un abismo menos amargo.

You must be drunk always. That is everything: the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time that crushes your shoulders and bends you earthward, you must be drunk without respite. But drunk on what? On wine, on poetry, on virtue — take your pick. But be drunk.