Quotes About Freedom

Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the longer the tether of our slavery?

When shall I at last retire into solitude alone, without companions, without joy and without sorrow, with only the sacred certainty that all is a dream? When, in my rags—without desires—shall I retire contented into the mountains? When, seeing that my body is merely sickness and crime, age and death, shall I—free, fearless, and blissful—retire to the forest? When? When, oh when?

Let your youth have free reign, it won't come again, so be bold and no repenting.

How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!

Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the tether of our slavery? Then we can enjoy ourselves and frolic in a more spacious arena and die without having come to the end of the tether. Is that, then, what we call liberty?

Freedom was my first great desire. The second, which remains hidden within me to this day, tormenting me, was the desire for sanctity. Hero together with saint: such is mankind's supreme model.

Life on earth means: the sprouting of wings.

An ardent desire to go took possession of me once more. Not because I wanted to leave - I was quite all right on this Cretan coast, and felt happy and free there and I needed nothing - but because I have always been consumed with one desire; to touch and see as much as possible of the earth and the sea before I die.

The canary began to sing again. The sun had struck it, and its throat and tiny breast had filled with song. Francis gazed at it for a long time, not speaking, his mouth hanging half opened, his eyes dimmed with tears. The canary is like man's soul, he whispered finally. It sees bars round it, but instead if despairing, it sings. It sings, and wait and see, Brother Leo: one day its song shall break the bars.

ADAM AND EVE, sitting in Paradise, chatting: If we could only open the gate and leave, says Eve. To go where, my dearest? If we could only open the gate and leave! Outside is sickness, pain, death! If we could only open the gate and leave!

By means of poetry all this suffering and effort could be transformed into dream; no matter how much of the ephemeral existed, poetry could immortalize it by turning it into song. Only two or three primitive passions had governed me until this time: fear, the struggle to conquer fear, and the yearning for freedom. But now two new passions were kindled inside me: beauty and the thirst for learning.

This rebel would but toss his head, and men,slaves,horses, towers...all the accursed levels above him...would come tumbling down. God always works in this way. Deep in the foundations of wrong he buries the small despised cry of justice.

A crust of lard, habit, and cowardice envelops the soul; no matter what it craves from the depths of its prison, the lard, habit, and cowardice carry out something entirely different.

Eso es la libertad. Tener una pasión, amontonar monedas de oro, y repentinamente dominar la pasión y arrojar el tesoro a todos los vientos. Liberarse de una pasión para someterse a otra, más noble. Pero, ¿no es ésta, también, una forma de esclavitud?

Eu nada espero. Eu nada temo. Eu sou livre.

You, too, have a devil inside you but you still don't know his name and because you don't know his name, you suffocate. Baptize him, Boss, and you'll find relief.

The higher we went the more our spirits seemed to become purged and exalted. Once again I felt the influence on the soul of pure air, easy breathing and a vast horizon. Anyone would think the soul, too, was an animal with lungs and nostrils, and that it needed oxygen, was stifled in the dust or in the midst of too much stale breath.

Free your self from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But isn't that, too, a form of slavery?

Die every day. Be born every day. Deny everything you have every day. The superior virtue is not to be free but to fight for freedom.

Zorba sighed. He lit a cigarette, took one or two puffs and then threw it away. My country, you say?… You believe all the rubbish your books tell you…? Well, I'm the one you should believe. So long as there are countries, man will stay like an animal, a ferocious animal… But I am delivered from all that, God be praised! It's finished for me! What about you?

cu cât st?pânul st? mai sus, cu atât mai mult se lungeÈ™te funia robiei noastre, s?rim atunci È™i zburd?m într-o b?t?tur? mai larg?, murim f?r? s?-i d?m de cap?t È™i asta numim libertate [...]

I'm going to make a jug, I'm going to make a plate, I'm going to make a lamp and the devil knows what more! That's what you might call being a man: freedom! "Well?" I asked. "What about your finger?" Oh, it got in my way in the wheel. It always got plumb in the middle of things and upset my plans. So one day I seized a hatchet…

Could it be that the higher one's master stands, the rope tying one to slavery is lengthened by the same amount? In that case, if we jump and frolic in a much wider domain, we die without ever discovering its boundaries.

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