Quotes About Freedom

I wanted to be gone forever from being and knowing, which are the pieces of

He was mystery, he was darkness, he was all she had dreamed of. And if she would only free him he would service her -oh yes- until her pleasure reached that thereshold that, like all theresholds, was a place where the strong grew stronger, and the weak perished.

Julia tensed as she looked through the steering wheel of the Model J Duesenberg and saw the needle creep up and waver at seventy miles an hour. This car doesn't have seat belts. They didn't believe in them in 1929.

Life is too short to give a fuck. Jump in the pool butt ass naked and do it up.

Over the years, Americans in particular have been all too willing to squander their hard-earned independence and freedom for the illusion of feeling safe under someone else's authority. The concept of self-sufficiency has been undermined in value over a scant few generations. The vast majority of the population seems to look down their noses upon self-reliance as some quaint dusty relic, entertained only by the hyperparanoid or those hopelessly incapable of fitting into mainstream society.

He believed that our life-stories are ours to construct as we wish,within or even against the constraints posed by the real world...

The selfmoment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.

We have only one real shot at liberation, and that is to emancipate ourselves from within

It was teenage partying on adult paycheques.

A virgin with a dish of gold, it was said, could walk unmolested from China to Turkey.

In Georgia] A cheerful anarchy reigned.

And in a flash I understood the meaning of sex. It is a craving of mingling of consciousness, whose symbol is the mingling of bodies. Every time a man and a woman slake their thirst in the strange waters of the other's identity, they glimpse the immensity of their freedom.

Man is as much a slave to his immediate surroundings now as he was when he lived in tree-huts. Give him the highest, the most exciting thoughts about man's place in the universe, the meaning of history; they can all be snuffed out in a moment if he wants his dinner, or feels irritated by a child squalling on a bus.

I am a free Prince, and I have as much authority to make war on the whole world as he who has a hundred ships at sea and an army of 100,000 men in the field. -Samuel Black Sam Bellamy

I am an aristocrat, Virginian John Randolph would explain decades after the American Revolution. I love liberty; I hate equality.

Vieni con me?» «Ovunque tu voglia, rispose Max, ricambiando il suo sguardo. E poi rovinò tutto, aggiungendo: «Qualcuno dovrà pur tenerti d'occhio.»

The music stopped. The circle broke. Sometimes a slave will be lost in a brief eddy of liberation. In the sway of a sudden reverie among the furrows or while untangling the mysteries of an early morning dream. In the middle of a song on a warm Sunday night. Then it comes, always - the overseer's cry, the call to work, the shadow of the master, the reminder that she is only a human being for a tiny moment across the eternity of her servitude.

To forbid the thought of escape, even that slightest butterfly thought of escape, was to murder one's humanity.

Throw us in jail, and we will still love you. Bomb our homes and threaten our children, and, as difficult as it is, we will still love you. Send your hooded perpetrators of violence into our communities after midnight hours, and drag us out onto some wayside road, and beat us and leave us half-dead, and we will still love you. But be ye assured that we will wear you down by our capacity to suffer, and one day we will win our freedom.

Freedom was a thing that shifted as you looked at it, the way a forest is dense with the trees up close but from the outside, from the empty meadow, you see its true limits. Being free had nothing to do with chains or how much space you had. On the plantation, she was not free, but she moved unrestricted on its acres, tasting the air and tracing the summer stars. The place was big in its smallness. Here, she was free of her master but slunk around a warren so tiny she couldn't stand.

What does the perfect elevator look like, the one that will deliver us from the cities we suffer now, these stunted shacks? We don't know because we can't see inside it, it's something we cannot imagine, like the shape of angels' teeth. It's a black box.

And what else but a being cursed with the burden of free will would wear a poncho.

The Declaration [of Independence] is like a map. You trust that it's right but you only know by going out and testing it yourself.

Freedom was a thing that shifted as you looked at it, the way a forest is dense with trees up close but from outside, from the empty meadow, you see its true limits.