Quotes About Freedom

Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse S'élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins ; 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 !

Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève A ton esclavage maudit, Imbécile! – de son empire Si nos efforts te délivraient, Tes baiser ressusciteraient Le cadavre de ton vampire!

Il est l'heure de s'enivrer! Pour n'être pas les esclaves martyrisé du Temps, Enivrez-vous! Enivrez sans cesse! De vin, poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise

Hay que estar siempre ebrio. Nada más: ése es todo el asunto. Para no sentir el horrible peso del Tiempo que os fatiga la espalda y os inclina hacia la tierra, tenéis que embriagaros sin tregua. Pero, ¿de qué? De vino, de poesía o de virtud, como queráis. Pero embriagaos.

É a hora de vos embriagardes! Para não serdes escravos martirizados do tempo, embriagai-vos! Embriagai-vos sem cessar! Com vinho, poesia, virtude! Como quiserdes!

Para no ser esclavos y mártires del Tiempo, embriagaos, embriagaos sin cesar. De vino, de poesía o de virtud; de lo que queráis.

Un hombre espantoso entra y se mira al espejo. «¿Por qué se mira al espejo si no ha de verse en él más que con desagrado?». El hombre espantoso me contesta: «Señor mío, según los principios inmortales del ochenta y nueve, todos los hombres son iguales en derechos; así, pues, tengo derecho a mirarme; con agrado o con desagrado, ello no compete más que a mi conciencia».

Felice chiunque può con ala vigorosa slanciarsi verso terre luminose e serene, chi sente i suoi pensieri come allodole in viaggio nel cielo del mattino in libertà volare, chi plana sulla vita e così può ascoltare delle tacite cose e dei fiori il linguaggio.

It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.

Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse S'élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins; 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! (Élévation)

once said that the "Language Poets" take a private space on the public beach. My response to this is that it takes a private place within for the individual to find any comfort or freedom at all on the public beach – which, in fact, is the only beach for most of us.

People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another

The less I needed, the better I felt.

What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.

It's so easy to be easy—if you let it.

there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.

Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.

Run with the hunted.

I think that everything should be made available to everybody, and I mean LSD, cocaine, codeine, grass, opium, the works. Nothing on earth available to any man should be confiscated and made unlawful by other men in more seemingly powerful and advantageous positions.

I paid, got up, walked to the door, opened it. I heard the man say, that guy's nuts. out on the street I walked north feeling curiously honored.