Quotes About Freedom

Much of our lives consists of a series of choices over which we have absolute control.

You can miss an experience by obsessing over how to contain it.

If you built the box, you can also break it down.

Much of what we acquire in life isn't worth dragging to the next leg of our journey. Travel light. You will be better equipped to travel far.

Wandering is not limited to geography. Also an altered state of consciousness, it allows a disembodied self to drift on currents of collective awareness with minimal attachment to the physical world. This state of wander tapped imaginative faculties that opened me to a freedom of being only previously experienced through travel.

In these pages, traveling "solo" does not necessarily mean "alone." The absence of other people often suggests regretful isolation. "Solo" by contrast, is a willful decision to be the architect of our own experience.

There are two possible experiences of every moment: the moment as experienced by Essence and the moment experienced by the ego. The ego's experience of the moment is struggle, conflict, effort, dissatisfaction, restlessness, and unease. Essence's experience of it is freedom, happiness, peace, acceptance, contentment, and joy. Either experience is possible in any moment, depending on whether we are identified with the ego or with Essence.

Becoming aware of the beliefs behind the emotional wound frees you from this cycle of pain and hurt.

You drop your mental baggage because you see that it offers nothing of value but only takes you away from the experience of the beautiful being that you are.

The way to living without judgments is simply to see the truth about them: They don't serve us or others. The ego leads us to believe they are important, relevant, and useful, and they just aren't. Once we see this, we are free to not indulge in them. They may arise in the mind out of habit, but eventually, if we don't give them our attention, this habit of thinking and talking about others will subside.

As soon as you see you are ego identified, you are outside of it and you have some choice—to either reidentify with the ego or not.

I felt unsteady as I lead Xerxes to his seat. Women in his kingdom were but dressing for a man's bed and a satisfactory way to provide heirs. The king had once banished a queen on the advice of his counsel. Now would he accept the word of his queen and banish the adviser? Dear God, I pleaded silently, how can it be that I should change history? I am a prisoner myself – how can I asked for the freedom of a nation?

And while God could control anything and everything, he had given his creation the freedom to choose. God could intervene, but then he'd be no more than a master puppeteer. A puppet couldn't love back. And that was what God asked. His children had to choose whether they'd love him enough to obey or whether they'd go the other way. I had to accept that God gave everyone the same freedom. I

Por lo menos una vez en la vida cada mujer merecía enloquecer de esa manera

The river moved so swiftly and yet it had no purpose other than to flow, just flow.

Revolutionary law number one," someone said. "Capitalism has cheated us. Books are not to be bought, they are to be repossessed." "This is robbery," I said. "Let's not kid ourselves. And don't do that to me again. You scared me to death." "It's not robbery. Books are ideas. They should be able to circulate freely within society. At no price at all, or for pennies. Knowledge is universal. It belongs to all of us.

Las mujeres no quieren reproducirse porque hacerlo significa dejar de vivir

It is Unity that doth enchant me. By her power I am free though thrall, happy in sorrow, rich in poverty, and quick even in death.

A democracy that is reduced in having state of emergency and security as its unique paradigms, is no longer a democracy.

Tenendosi a braccetto, alcune ragazze formavano a volte delle catene tutte femminili di cinque o sei. Strane, mi dicevo, guardandole. Nell'attimo che le incrociavamo, scrutavano attraverso i cristalli coi loro occhi ridenti, nei quali la curiosità si mescolava a una specie di bizzarro orgoglio, di disprezzo appena simulato. Davvero strane. Belle e Libere.

Un giorno però era accaduto qualcosa. Essendomi capitato di leggere in uno dei taccuini stendhaliani queste parole isolate: "All lost, nothing lost", di colpo, come per miracolo, mi ero sentito libero, guarito. Avevo preso una cartolina, ci avevo scritto sopra la riga di Stendhal, quindi l'avevo spedita a Micòl, tale e quale, senza metterci niente, nemmeno la firma, ne pensasse pure quello che volesse. Tutto perduto, niente perduto. Come era vero! - mi dicevo -. E respiravo.

He renunciado desde hace tiempo a todas mis direcciones y paticipaciones industriales para comprarme la cosa más cara -en sentido económico y moral- del mundo: la libertad. Un lujo que no está al alcance hoy, ni siquiera de un simple millonario. Supongo que soy uno de los cinco o seis hombres apróximadamente libres que viven en la tierra.

We have made thee neither of heaven nor of earth, Neither mortal or immortal, So that with freedom of choice and with honor, As thought the maker and molder of thyself, Thou mayest fashion thyself in whatever shape thou shalt prefer. Thou shalt have the power out of thy soul's judgment, to be reborn into the higher forms, which are divine.

ma la ragazza cantava come uno stornello, perché aveva diciotto anni, e a quell'età se il cielo è azzurro vi ride negli occhi, e gli uccelli vi cantano nel cuore.