Quotes About Freedom

Aunt Cassandra used to relish rereading letters of Jane's "triumphing over the married women of her acquaintance, and rejoicing in her own freedom

Have you ever asked yourself whether you'd rather fly or be invisible?

No, obviously what strength was all along was the ability to say "Fuck off" to the lot of it, to turn your back on all the suffering and contemplate, unmolested, your own desires above all.

If you choose to stay with us, Jaime, and if we choose to accept you, the pride, the vanity, must go. You will learn by observing and experiencing the training process, which, as you're probably gathering, won't always be easy and won't always be fun. But in the process, if you can set aside your preconceptions, your fear, and most especially your ego, you will achieve a level of peace and actualization that is tremendously freeing." Jaime

I said it before-the only one who can decide is the person herself. I did all I could. From here on out, it's up to her.

You are never completely on your own, no one on this earth is. Everyone is tied, and shares connections with others. That is why humans can never be completely free. It is the reason that humans feel joy and sorrow.

I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.

And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.

I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.

I've never been free in my whole life. Inside I've always chased myself. I've become intolerable to myself. I live in a lacerating duality. I'm seemingly free, but I'm a prisoner inside of me.

The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.

How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?

There is no theory. You have only to listen. Pleasure is the law. I love music passionately. And because l love it, I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it. It is a free art gushing forth — an open-air art, boundless as the elements, the wind, the sky, the sea. It must never be shut in and become an academic art.

I dream a world . . . where every man is free . . . And joy, like a pearl, attends the needs of all mankind . . .

But the bars that held you, the bars that kept you in were the luxury and soft living. It is hard to walk out on a thing like that

There is a myth I grew up with and heard so many times that I had believed it. They say money doesn't buy you happiness. This is a delusion the poor cling to and the rich find comical. Money does buy happiness. Money equals freedom, the highest form of happiness. Money equals pleasure. The more you have the more pleasurable life is. People with money can never know what it is like to be without money. Money is a magnet, it doesn't trickle down, it is sucked up.

Money lets you be who you really are.

I haven't even had a life I could call my own, and you're ready to slot me into the grand design. Well, I don't think I want to go. I want to be my own design.

Minds weren't pictures at an exhibition, all numbered, and hung in order of influence, one marked Cunning, the next, Impressionable. They were scrawls; they were sprawling splashes of graffiti, unpredictable, unconfinable.

In my Art I have but one fear: that we will fail to be fearless.

Make your own worlds. Make your own laws. Make your own creations, your own star systems. Don't feel answerable to anyone, or as though you have to create after some preordained model. You don't have to write like myself, or King or Anne Rice: be yourself. Nothing is more wonderful than discovering a new voice, particularly if it happens to be your own.

Flesh is a trap, and magic sets us free.

This, no doubt, was the call 33 had heard. Bored with his balanced diet of maize and maple peas, tired of the pecking order of the loft and the predictability of each day — the bird had wanted out; wanted up and away. A day of high life; of food that had to be chased a little, and tasted all the better for that; of the companionship of wild things. All this went through Cal's head, in a vague sort of way, while he watched the circling flocks.

The proximity of this harem aroused him, despite circumstances. He opned his trousers and caressed his cock, more eager to have the seed spilled and so be freed of these creatures than for the pleasure of it.