Quotes About Freedom

Christianity is not a law of bondage; and if it respect the hand of God which sometimes raises up tyrants, it draws up where obedience degenerates into guilty cowardice.

The clash of ideas is the sound of freedom.

I'm a little bit naked, but that's okay.

Don't you ever let a soul in the world tell you that you can't be exactly who you are.

When you make music or write or create, it's really your job to have mind-blowing, irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea it is you're writing about at the time.

I prefer liberty to chains of diamonds.

Perhaps it was because, in those days, I fed my hopes of freedom in whichever way I could, without realizing that I was only hooking myself to different lures. F

Instead, I had been pushed further and further into a fate from which no escape or reprieve seemed possible. And so there came a moment when I stopped struggling, when I decided that I would cease making any more plans to return to the old days. I made up my mind to look upon the present as exactly what it was: it was all I had. To add to my sense that my curse had turned into a blessing, not only was I free—I was no longer alone.

The brotherhood of man is evoked by particular men according to their circumstances. But it seldom extends to all men. In the name of our freedom and our brotherhood we are prepared to blow up the other half of mankind and to be blown up in our turn.

In the context of our present pervasive madness that we call normality, sanity, freedom, all our frames of reference are ambiguous and equivocal.

It's not like there's a law against flying." "Yes there is. The law of gravity.

I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.

Like nightmares, dreams were insidious things, and didn't like being locked away.

Can we leave the past behind us?" Could they? The question was everything. "That's an excellent place for the past," said Suheyla. "If you don't leave it there, it clutters everything up and you just keep tripping over it.

It was cruel. Like opening a birdcage to let the bird fly out, whilst all the while it's tethered by the leg, and freedom is only an illusion.

Karou wasn't a prize to win; that wasn't why he was here. She was a woman and would choose her own life. He was here to do what he could, whatever he could, that she might have a life to choose, one day. Whoever and whatever that included was her own affair.

Don't I deserve to finally be free of you?

She wanted to climb out of her life as if it were a seashell she could abandon on the shore and walk away from, barefoot.

I'm not looking for fate. I'm seventeen. I'm looking for kissing, and to move forward a few paces on the game board. You know, do some Living. (With my lips.)

She wanted to be free, and if she could never be free, at least she wanted to be brave - brave enough not to sell herself, no matter what the payment, or the cost of refusing.

Karou enjoyed the idea that you could "believe what you want," as though reality were a buffet line. If only. Triple helpings of cake, please.

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.

Just because the power is mine, it doesn't follow that all the choices are.

He had crossed continents and drunk starlight from rivers without names. There was no going back from that.