Quotes About Freedom

What I found that surprised me was the unbalanced enjoy a certain largesse of personal freedom increasingly abridged in the workaday world.

Men imagine that the choices before them are theirs to make. But we are free to act only upon what is given. Choice is lost in the maze of generations and each act in that maze is itself an enslavement for it voids every alternative and binds one ever more tightly into the constraints that make a life

You know my sister married a boy from Winston-Salem. And I thought to myself: I really need to get out of this town.

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto

The boat is going to Texas. Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been.

When you love poor people THAT MUCH, when you love 'working people' THAT MUCH, that makes you the freest man/woman in the country. - Cornel West in explaining that Obama is A fulfillment of MLK's dream not THE fulfillment of MLK's dream

As long as you're scared you're on the plantation.

Like King, we need to put on our cemetery clothes and be coffin-ready for the next great democratic battle.

To be a Christian - a follower of Jesus Christ - is to love wisdom, love justice, and love freedom.

Being a hope is being in motion, on the move with body on the line, mind set on freedom, soul full of courage, and heart shot through with love. Being a hope is forging moral and spiritual fortitude, putting on intellectual armor, and being willing to live and die for the empowerment of the wretched of the earth.

Those notions of freedom, courage and joy would probably be the three fundamental motifs in my work, and I think that they are probably best enacted in the best of the black musical tradition.

That which fundamentally motivates one still dictates the terms of what one thinks and does—[…] one's eyes should be on the prize, not on the perpetrator of one's oppression.

You know what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings.

Please, she whispered as she opened the book, please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away

The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.

Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!

Her heart pounded as he kissed her. Or was it his heart? She hadn't been able to tell the difference ever since he'd freed her from that trap.

Love is always a prison.

That was what made fighting so easy - you could always choose death rather than captivity.

The Fairy looked at the broken glass around her feet. Her shattered cage. And the one who'd put her in it was far, far away. But, no, she had caged herself.

A strong and bitter book-sickness floods one's soul. How ignominious to be strapped to this ponderous mass of paper, print and dead man's sentiment. Would it not be better, finer, braver to leave the rubbish where it lies and walk out into the world a free untrammelled illiterate Superman?

The fairy had flown over to the window and was peering curiously out at the alley. Forget it. Stay here, said Dustfinger. Please. Believe me, it's no place for you out there. She looked at him quizzically, then folded her wings and knelt on the windowsill. And there she stayed, as if she coudln't decide between the hot room and the strange freedom to be found outside.

aber keine von ihnen war so recht bei der Sache und das Gefühl, das sich sonst sofort eingestellt hatte, wenn sie zusammen im Wohnwagen saßen, das Gefühl von Geborgenheit, von Freiheit und Freundschaft, wollte sich einfach nicht einstellen. Als hätte der Wohnwagen plötzlich Löcher und flüsterte ihnen all das über die Welt zu, was sie nicht wissen wollten.

Ihr Herz schlug so laut, als er sie wieder küsste. Oder war es sein Herz? Seit dem Tag, an dem er sie aus der Falle befreit hatte, konnte sie das nicht mehr wirklich unterscheiden.