Quotes About Freedom

I'm an American," I announced to all around me. "And I get to think anything I want to and so do you, by God, so do you." It became my credo, the central theme of my life

Who else would I take as prisoners of my high sanctity before my life was over?

Great romantics are granted lots of slack.

Here in Raine, I can walk with the sunlight on my face. I can speak to anyone who speaks to me. I can learn my daughter's language. I can be called the name I was given when I was born. Here I am no longer my own secret. Will you let me stay?

What are the thorns really telling her? It's why she won't let us see them, why she clings to them--or they cling to her--as though she got herself buried in a bramble thicket and she can't get out and we can't get in to free her.

He had no place in the world, he said once, therefore he could go everywhere.

Oh...if you were older...It is not a bad thing, itself, but it is a bad thing to be used by men, to have them choose what you must be, and what you must not be, to have little choice in your life. If you were older, you could choose your own way.

Then go." She held his eyes. Just go and find her. Alone. Now. Because all I can tell your father, if you don't, is that you belong to Brume, you have never truly left her, and the King of Serre's only son and heir is still imprisoned in one of the witch's spells, still doing her bidding in spite of all your protests that you are free.

Song of the Turtle" is a poem that dates back to the Ghanaian period: We lived in freedom Before man appeared: Our world was undisturbed, One day followed the other joyfully. Dissent was never heard. Then man broke into our forest, With cunning and belligerence. He pursued us With greed and envy: Our freedom vanished.

Freedom: both so priceless and so expensive.

Ja pri?am pri?e. Mi svi izmišljamo pri?e. Pri?at ?u ti pri?e koje ?e te nasmijati. Volim da te gledam kako se smiješ. Nikad ne?u pobje?i iz ovog zatvora beskrajnih pri?a.

Sophie von Hahn refused to be cowed, embarrassed, resentful, dishonest or passed over. [...] She intended to bewitch her straying childhood lover all over again, and free him from whatever noxious enchantment had induced him to be censorious and horrid. No fear, no guilt, no shame. She set out to win.

Live and let live is Frances's motto. "Life is short," she likes to say. "You only get one, and if you waste it worrying about what other people think

To be alone is to be free

It was easy, after all, simply to open the door and escape. It was easy, she thought, because she was not really escaping at all.

Why should Dickie want to come back to subways and taxis and starched collars and a nine-to- five job? Or even a chauffeured car and vacations in Florida and Maine? It wasn't as much fun as sailing a boat in old clothes and being answerable to nobody for the way

She probably had all the time in the world, Therese thought, probably did nothing all day but what she felt like doing.

Happiness was a little like flying a kite, she thought, like being a kite. It depended on how much one let the string out-

Happiness was a little like flying, she thought, like being a kite. It depended on how much one let the string out.

I think people's lives are there own.

Born to be Wild. She is the Wild Girl. We call her that because, like our natural wilderness, she follows her own laws. She is part of all of us, no matter what our age or sex. She is freedom and joy, love of the quest and of movement. She is creativity and serenity. She is springtime, full of potential and energy. She is the seed and the sprout, bursting with life. She is the path through the forest, and she is the forest itself.

She didn't want a husband. She certainly didn't want a husband who never spoke to her, much less consulted her wishes. She didn't want any man who would take over her life and tell her what she could or could not do and expect more from her than she was prepared to give. She'd had enough of that. But

A generation or so after slavery ended, segregationists enacted Jim Crow laws that made it impossible for most blacks to vote in the South.

Euphemia's eyelashes were blown back into her eyes, and her hair was whipped about until it all came down and streamed out behind her.