Quotes About Freedom

She had been utterly pleased with herself. "I runned away!" she chirped, and the sun was no match for her smile. And Zinkoff saw in that moment something that he had no words for. He saw that a kid runs to be found and jumps to be caught. That's what being a kid is: found, caught." (p. 185).

When you're nothing, you're free to believe anything.

I could feel it in myself. I felt lighter, unshackled, as if something I had been carrying had fallen away...I just enjoyed the feeling and watched the once amorphous student body separate itself into hundreds of individuals. The pronoun 'we' itself seemed to crack and drift apart in pieces.

When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.

What's Washington America? Enos says it's a place with no wall and no love and lots of potatoes.

In their beaks they pinched the edges of the town, plucked it up and flew away with it

im a puppy unleashed in a meadow of time

Living is an arbitrary matter and I have every right to renounce it.

Of all mammals, only a human being can say 'no.

It reminded me I could go anywhere when I got older, explore bottomless blue-green oceans, climb icy snow-capped mountains, drink tea with monks.

I think he came to believe it was better to choose your life, and that even choosing your death was better than letting someone else choose your life.

With all due respect, sir," she said, "I do not believe justice will ever be truly possible, economic or otherwise, for any human being, until we have once and for all emancipated the vagina.

Then we'll make a deal, you and me. We'll do and say exactly what we mean. And to hell with what anyone thinks about it. If we want to smoke, we'll smoke, if we want to swear, we'll swear. How does that sound?

If I looked like you, Debra, I'd masturbate all the time

I am choosing a love that defies boundaries and a life that defies boundaries. That is the power of Celeste.

I exhale for what feels like the first time in ages. A real exhale. One that isn't solely about breathing to sustain life. One that might be about choosing to live life. It's both blissful and disarming.

Your choice comes from strength, not from dependence. - Justin

The minute we hit the air, you are surprisingly relaxed. All of your problems seem to go away. Your stomach doesn't drop. There's no falling sensation. It's just freeing. It's as close to flying as you'll ever get. A calm like you've never known before, and you don't want it to end.

Martin was swept up in the sound—no longer blood and bone, frozen feet and hungry belly, but an empty vessel filling with notes, carried by something older and bigger and more permanent than himself.

I don't do my work for any kind of group in particular, except for hobos, who just plain kick ass and light up my life.

With her own hand she'd painted herself into a corner, and then out of the picture altogether.

I had never traveled alone before and I discovered that I liked it. No one in the world knew where I was, no one had the ability to reach me. It was like being dead, my escape allowing me to taste that tremendous power my mother possessed forever.

It's a sort of literary act of survival. I don't have many words to express myself--rather, the opposite. I'm aware of a state of deprivation. And yet, at the same time, I feel free, light. I rediscover the reason that I write, the joy as well as the need.

She had preferred being on the plane, detached from the earth, the illusion of sitting still.