Quotes About Freedom

Now I know: I'm alone. I and my freedom that I don't know how to use. Great responsibility of solitude. Whoever isn't lost doesn't know freedom and love it. As for me, I own up to my solitude that sometimes falls into ecstasy as before fireworks. I am alone and must live a certain intimate glory that in solitude can become pain. And the pain, silence. I keep its name secret. I need secrets in order to live.

And I walk on a tightrope up to the edge of my dream. Guts tortured by voluptuousness guide me, fury of impulses. Before I organise myself, I must disorganize myself internally. To experience that first and fleeting primary state of freedom. Of the freedom to err, fall and get up again.

Today I woke up feeling such nostalgia for happiness. My whole life I've never been free. I always persecuted myself within me. I've became intolerable to myself. I live in the dilacerating duality. I have an apparent freedom but I am imprisoned inside me.

But now I want to say things that comfort me and that are a little free. For example: Thursdat is a day transparent as an insect's wing in the light. Just as Monday is a compact day. Ultimately, far beyond thought, I live from these ideas, if ideas is what they are. They are sensations that transform into ideas because I must use words. Even just using them mentally. The primary thought thinks with words.

Ahora lo sé: soy sola. Yo y mi liberad que no sé usar. La gran responsabilidad de la soledad. Quien no está perdido no conoce la libertad y no la ama. En cuanto a mí, asumo mi soledad. Que a veces se extasía como ante los fuegos artificiales. Soy sola y tengo que vivir una cierta gloria íntima que en la soledad pueda convertirse en dolor. Y el dolor, en silencio.

A prova de que estou recuperando a saúde mental, é que estou cada minuto mais permissiva: eu me permito mais liberdade e mais experiências. E aceito o acaso. Anseio pelo que ainda não experimentei. Maior espaço psíquico. Estou felizmente mais doida. E minha ignorância aumenta. A diferença entre o doido e o não doido é que o não doido não diz nem faz as coisas que pensa.

Liberdade? É meu último refúgio, forcei-me à liberdade e aguento-a não como um dom mas com heroísmo: sou heroicamente livre.

And even so, I had discovered, I was afraid to free myself. "That" had grown too much inside me, leaving me full. I'd be helpless if I were ever cured. After all, what was I now, I felt, but a reflection? Were I to eradicate Daniel, I'd be a blank mirror.

We are all deformed by our adaptation to the freedom of God.

I want to see birds flying or perched in trees—but far from my hands.

Why is a dog free? Because it is the living mystery that doesn't wonder about itself.

Pero existirá la libertad sin el permiso previo de la locura

Be to, kaipgi b?si susaistyta su vyru, jeigu neleisi jam tav?s ?kalinti? Kaip uždrausi jam sum?ryti savo keturias sienas jos k?nui ir jos sielai? Ar ?manoma k? nors tur?ti neleidžiant tur?ti tav?s?

La libertad en sí -como acto de percepción- no tiene forma. Y como el verdadero pensamiento se piensa a sí mismo, esa especie de pensamiento alcanza su objeto en el propio acto del pensar.

Life is very oriental. Only a few people chosen by the inevitability of chance have tasted the aloof and delicate freedom of life. It's like knowing how to arrange flowers in a vase: almost useless knowledge. That fleeting freedom of life must never be forgotten: it should be present like a fragrance. To live this life is more an indirect remembering than a direct living.

Muchas veces nuestra libertad es tan intensa que miramos para otro lado.

Aunque en el fondo no quisiera comprender. Sabía que aquello era imposible y todas las veces había pensado que si había comprendido era por haber comprendido mal. Comprender era siempre un error - prefería la vastedad amplia y libre y sin errores del no-entender. Era malo, pero, al menos, se sabía que se estaba en plena condición humana.

Whoever isn't lost doesn't know freedom and love it.

This is not a lament, it's the cry of a bird of prey.

Mesmo na liberdade, quando escolhia alegre novas veredas, reconhecia-as depois. Ser livre era seguir-se afinal, e eis de novo o caminho já traçado. Ela só veria o que já possuía dentro de si. Perdido pois o gosto de imaginar.

Mas de mim depende eu vir livremente a ser o que fatalmente sou. Sou dona de minha fatalidade e, se eu decidir não cumpri-la, ficarei fora de minha natureza especificamente viva.

The minute she sensed he had left the house, however, she transformed, concentrated on herself and, as if she had merely been interrupted by him, continued slowly living.

Este libro requirió una libertad tan grande que tuve miedo de darla. Está por encima de mí. Intenté escribirlo humildemente. Yo soy más fuerte que yo. C. L.

Freedom isn't enough. What I desire doesn't have a name yet.—I am thus a toy that is wound up and which when done will not find its own, deeper life.