Quotes About Freedom

knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary.

One of the happiest days of my life was when my mother wrote a note to the public librarians saying 'Let her check out anything she wants'...I'd read everything we had at home by the time I was ten. So I read my way through the Flagstaff Public Library.

Still, when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial? Was a struggle to choose one's own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?

have always kent what it is to love a man—be he husband or brother, lover or son. A dangerous business; that's what it is. Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are—or for not coming back.

Do women hold back the evolution of such things as freedom and other social ideals, out of fear for themselves or their children? Or do they in fact inspire such things – and the risks required to reach them – by providing the things worth fighting for? Not merely fighting to defend, either, but to propel forward, for a man wanted more for his children than he would ever have.

Do women hold back the evolution of such things as freedom and other social ideals, out of fear for themselves or their children? Or do they in fact inspire such things—and the risks required to reach them—by providing the things worth fighting for?

we might as well be afloat as earthbound, the heave and fall beneath me the rise of planking, and the sound of the pines the wind in our sails.

St Paul says "Let a woman be silent, and –"' 'You can mind your own bloody business,' I snarled, sweat dripping behind my ears, 'and so can St Paul.

Even in the open air, it seemed, freedom had definite limits.

Still, when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial?

June 16, 1778 The forest between Philadelphia and Valley Forge

He'd suspected it when he'd found Fraser in the chapel with Geneva Dunsany's coffin, just before her funeral. But now he knew, beyond doubt. Knew, too, why Fraser did not desire his freedom.

ashes of the dead slaves fleeing on the wind, back toward Africa.

GIVE ME LIBERTY …

It flattened and began to drift out over the sea, the ashes of the dead slaves fleeing on the wind, back toward Africa.

Freedom and Whisky gang tegither.

As though, knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary

John felt the night as something wild creeping upon him, the force of spring itself rising from the ground into his feet, his legs, bursting through his body 'til the blood throbbed in his fingers, pulsed in his chest. Perhaps it was freedom, the exhilaration of their escape. Perhaps the excitement of a hunt by night, adventure and danger before them. Or the knowledge that he was an outlaw—with pursuit and danger certainly behind him.

Jamie, have you ever done something for yourself alone—not with any thought of anyone else?

strand of hair out of my eyes and turned the horse's head toward the upland trail, relieved to be headed

It was a great temptation. He felt the pull of the dark wild forest, above all, the lure of freedom. If he could but walk away into the greenwood, and stay there Ã¢â'¬Â¦ But he shook his head.

Then I was flying down the hill, with Jamie just before me, arms flung wide, the two of us flying together on that same wind.

Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are—or for not coming back.

I believe that all people aspire to be free.