Quotes About Freedom

The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day. That is really freedom. That is being taught how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race - the constant, gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing.

The truth will set you free, but not until it's done with you.' The

These kids should be out drinking beer and seeing films and having panty raids and losing virginities and writhing to suggestive music, not making up long, sad, convoluted stories.

That a little-mentioned paradox of Substance addiction is: that once you are sufficiently enslaved by a Substance to need to quit the Substance in order to save your life, the enslaving Substance has become so deeply important to you that you will all but lose your mind when it is taken away from you.

It's all optional; do it or die.

Marathe was prepared to die violently at any time, which rendered him free to choose among emotions.

Lucien finally dies, rather a while after he's quit shuddering like a clubbed muskie and seemed to them to die, as he finally sheds his body's suit, Lucien finds his gut and throat again and newly whole, clean and unimpeded, and is free, catapulted over fans and the Convexity's glass palisades at desperate speeds, soaring north, sounding a bell-clear and nearly maternal alarmed call-to-arms in all the world's well-known tongues.

Marathe shifted in his chair. 'In a case such as this you become the slave who believes he is free.

Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks in it.

es la libertad que entraña la verdadera educación, el aprender a ser equilibrado: que puedes decidir conscientemente qué tiene sentido y qué no lo tiene. Puedes decidir a qué dioses adorar…

That what unlocks you, even today, is what you want to want. In what you value. And what you value's married to those certain things you just won't do . And here's a cliché that's earned its status as a cliché: whether you're free or locked up depends, all and only, on what you want. What you have matters about as much as the color of your sky. Or your bars.

Any place is grand, long as you got the old do-re-mi in the grouch bag

And by these wonderful circumstances I was once more free again: and I kept my resolution then made, never to fall more into the hands of any recruiter, and henceforth and for ever to be a gentleman.

Every man, however brief or inglorious may have been his academical career, must remember with kindness and tenderness the old university comrades and days. The young man's life is just beginning: the boy's leading-strings are cut, and he has all the novel delights and dignities of freedom. He has no idea of cares yet, or of bad health, or of roguery, or poverty, or to-morrow's disappointment.

The only hope for civilization is the greater freedom, development and equality of women.

Pero Fernando Vallejo, con su dominio del idioma, su radicalidad y su constante sentido del humor, es mucho más: es el hombre que rompió el nudo gordiano de un silencio centenario, el hombre que convirtió nuestra más antigua cadena, el lenguaje, en un instrumento de libertad.

I have an idea that most of all he is running away from love, because it's too big and too demanding. He's running away from us--from you, from me, from his sister, from himself, too. Who wants to be himself, who wants to be so little, and so captured and limited?

The Americans have found the healing of God in a variety of things, the most pleasant of which is probably automobile drives.

There is no real freedom for the man who is in so much of a hurry that he is annoyed by the human race and by the hot glaring afternoon sun.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny, nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy. The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leafy. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey, nonny, nonny.

I am not bound to please thee with my answers.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

William Shakespeare

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.