Quotes About Freedom

when you start telling a man he's got to do this, that or the other thing, you're coming pretty damned close to infringing on a citizen's rights.

plot, the absolute line between two points which I've always despised. Not for literary reasons, but because it takes all hope away. Everyone, real or invented, deserves the open destiny of life.

Let her live in the air,' said Peter. 'I bet you do. Let her love her body.' 'Let her,' said Anna sadly.

Everyone, real or invented, deserves the open destiny of life.

Certos escritores se desculpam de não haverem forjado coisas excelentes por falta de liberdade -- talvez ingênuo recurso de justificar inépcia ou preguiça. Liberdade completa ninguém desfruta: começamos oprimidos pela sintaxe e acabamos às voltas com a Delegacia de Ordem Política e Social, mas, nos estreitos limites a que nos coagem a gramática e a lei, ainda nos podemos mexer

Liberdade completa ninguém desfruta: começamos oprimidos pela sintaxe e acabamos às voltas com a Delegacia de Ordem Política e Social, mas, nos estreitos limites a que nos coagem a gramática e a lei, ainda nos podemos mexer

Quando fosse homem, caminharia assim, pesado, cambaio, importante, as rosetas das esporas tilintando. Saltaria no lombo de um cavalo brabo e voaria na catinga como pé de vento, levantando poeira. Ao regressar, apear-se-ia num pulo e andaria no pátio assim torto, de perneiras, gibão, guarda-peito e chapéu de couro com barbicacho. O menino mais velho e Baleia ficariam admirados.

Bad spellers of the world, untie!

It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.

But it is impossible to go through life without trust; that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.

The modern superstition is that we're free of superstition.

He said he preferred to feel the earth sing through his feet, and that shoes stopped you from hearing the song of the earth.

Because this woman sobbed in the way that all women sob, whether they do it outwardly or whether they keep it silently locked up inside themselves. They sob because they realise, one day, that they were born on a planet of men, and that short of death or spinsterhood they can never escape. Effie's Aunt Rachel used to say, 'Even the slaves could run away, but where can women go?

You die, you go free.

Think of bicycles as rideable art that can just about save the world.

The sooner we all learn to make a decision between disapproval and censorship, the better off society will be....Censorship cannot get at the real evil, and it is an evil in itself.

E pareva giocasse nella notte morente, la luna, libera e sola nel deserto del cielo crepuscolare, sopra la terra ancora addormentata; e si nascondeva, e riappariva tra le fronde, e si specchiava nell'acqua destandovi mille sorrisi, compiacendosi a vedersi nuda, libera e sola.

No need to teach an eagle to fly.

But once you've done what you had to, they'll never let you do what you want to.

This was her last chance at the closest thing to freedom: her will, her actions, and the outcome in the world could all be in harmony.

The future has always been determined. What else could affect human actions, other than each individual's — unique and complex — inheritance and past experience? Who we are decides what we do — and what greater 'freedom' could anyone demand? If 'choice' wasn't grounded absolutely in cause and effect, what would decide its outcome? Meaningless random glitches from quantum noise in the brain.

Everyone had to carve a life out of the same legacy: half universal, half particular; half sharpened by relentless natural selection, half softened by the freedom of chance.

I shake my head, horrified. "How can you say that? We've stayed free. We've struggled so hard to stay free." She shrugs. "Maybe. Or maybe we've been captured by what you call freedom.

No wonder most fleshers had stampeded into the polises, once they had the chance: if disease and aging weren't reason enough, there was gravity, friction, and inertia. The physical world was one vast, tangled obstacle course of pointless, arbitrary restrictions.