Quotes About Freedom

Creía que la historia de nuestra vida es nuestra para edificarla como deseemos, dentro de las restricciones impuestas por el mundo real e incluso contra ellas

People don't divide themselves on important and unimportant... I have my own life, important to me equally as is yours to you, and in my life I the one who decides.

y si tengo algún derecho es el derecho a que no me juzgues de este modo, a no tener que justificarme: ni ante ti ni ante nadie.

Esta insatisfacción constante, ese anhelo de algo que echas en falta, es una forma de pensar de la que, en mi opinión, nos hemos librado.

Lo que anhelamos, lo que todos nosotros anhelamos, es la palabra iluminada que abrirá las puertas de la prisión y nos devolverá la vida.

To lie in a woman's arms in a proper bed, to have good food to eat, to walk in the sun - how much more important these seem than the right to decide without advice from the police who should be my friends and who my enemies! (p 96)

La cuestión que le ocupa verdaderamente, igual que ocupa al gato y al ratón y a cualquier otro animal atrapado en el infierno del laboratorio o del zoo es: ¿Dónde está mi casa y cómo llego a ella?

Truly, the world ought to belong to the singers and dancers!

Mi defensa se apoya en los derechos del deseo —dice—. En el dios que hace temblar incluso a las aves más diminutas.

Qué suerte no tener hijos, pensó: qué suerte no desear ser padre. No sabría qué hacer aquí, en lo más profundo del país, con un niño que necesitaría leche, ropa, amigos y un colegio. No cumpliría con mi deber, sería el peor de los padres. En cambio no es difícil vivir una vida que consiste únicamente en pasar el tiempo.

Whatever you believe imprisons you. Convictions create convicts.

from that moment in June 1973 I decided to accept the total contradiction that everything from the Big Bang to the end of time is preordained in every sense and that we are totally free to do whatever the fuck we want.

If you were to force people to do something against their free choice, you would be dehumanizing them. The option of forcing everyone to go to heaven is immoral, because it's dehumanizing; it strips them of the dignity of making their own decision; it denies them their freedom of choice; and it treats them as a means to an end. When God allows people to say 'no' to him, he actually respects and dignifies them.

You are in a prison with no bars. I worry about you.

All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.

He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best friend to do...He screamed, and screamed until there was no breath, no consciousness, no nothing. No past or present. Not even himself anymore. And in the midst of the chaos, in the strangest way, he became free.

To his mind, free will was a privilege, not a right.

Too bad the freedom seemed like a prison. As his boots hit the mosaic floor at the bottom of the stairs, John Mellencamp's old-school, bic-lighter anthem echoed in his head-and though he'd always like the song okay, he'd never truly understood what it meant. Kind of wished that were still the case. Life goes on...long after the thrill of living is gone...

Rhage burning deep inside Uncontrollable Phury, unable to hide Trust me and I'll let my Wrath begin This Tohrment building up within My Vischous attitude will shine through .........I'll let my Tehrror free on you -my own zsadist quote from the black dagger brotherhood that i found online

From across the dark bedroom, Lassiter stood in the corner next to the highboy, feeling like crap while Tohr whispered to the dress. Scrubbing his face, he wondered why … why in the hell, of all the ways he could have gotten free of the In Between, did it have to be this one. The shit was starting to get to him.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

Tell me this isn't permanent No, you have to give me my weapon back at the end. Har-har, hardy-har-har. I'm talking to Jim. No, it's not, the angel answered from out of Veck's mouth. I can get free as easily as I got in. You sure about that? Nope. Fabulous.

Z was the last to come over, and as he opened his arms wide, for some reason, the slave bands that had been tattooed around his throat and wrists stood out to her.

There were times in life when, as much as you wanted to fight for something, you just had to let it go.