Quotes About Freedom

I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in their magnificent carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said, Could you drop me off down the road please? Now that I've finally escaped my life of horrific abuse, I'd like to see something of the world, you know?... I'll catch back up with you later, Prince, once I've found my own way.

Wearing a hijab is exactly what makes me a feminist. It's freedom of choice. My choice. It's a modesty that expresses humility and respect. It's a reminder of my community. It's a reminder to believe in myself and what I stand for. What's more feminist than that?

I think it's time to experience life outside the notebook.

Sweat, malice, and hunger pour from me. This is release, or maybe it's just a plea for release.

My grandmother, Ester said, wished not to trap her love into taking her. She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny....

The faded silhouette of Masada offered itself, its mute lines clear testimony for those who knew to read what was written there. A stark choice. Self-immolation or slavery. Freedom or life, but not both.

A woman's body, said the world, was a prison in which her mind must wither.

For love does not set shackles, nor entrap.

My grandmother," Ester said, "wished not to trap her love into taking her. She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny. She said she wished the Englishman's eyes to see her ever in beauty and joy, and never as something pitiable, for his memory of her was her greatest treasure.

What was there to stop him from choosing some completely different life, after all? Nothing but the fact that he'd never wanted a different life.

To study with an able mind is to escape prison, for a time.

no classes or exams, just acres of time in which to research and write—had swiftly revealed itself to be a glorified form of orphanhood.

The world too much hates a freed thought or heart.

A woman may in some circumstances acquire what she desires without the protection of a man." She regarded Ester. "If you find a way to live as you wish, unnatural though it might be, you'll carry on your shoulders the weight of a thousand wives' wishes. Though aloud all may curse you as a very devil.

What sort of life is possible—with no ground beneath one's feet except the logic of one's own mind?

Yet illness had taught her already that the body was bound by no rules but its own.

She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny.

What sort of life is possible--with no ground beneath one's feet except the logic of one's own mind?

If there be any further freedom than the one granted by excommunication, perhaps it is the freedom not to exist.

Belief traps or frees us.

S]he spontaneously threw back her head and trumpeted,I'm diff rent! I'm diiff rent! as if she were hurling a challenge with all her might beyond the limits of the sky.

At the landing, Mommy turns to us and says, "Let's let the puppy go pish," so she opens the door and he scoots into the snow outside.

A very special case. A few years more, and that pretty creature who you love too much, I think, will, without ever loving them, have known as many men as there are beads on her aunt's rosary. No happy medium! Either a nun or a monster! God's bosom or sensual passions! It would, perhaps, be better to put her in a convent, since we put hysterical women in the Saltpetriere! She does not know vice, she invents it! That was ten years ago before the day our story begins and... Raoule was not a nun.

What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.