Quotes About Freedom

Als leven een baan is, wilde ik ontslag nemen. Maar ik kon het kantoor niet vinden dat over ontslagaanvragen ging.

I have loved skipping since I was a little girl and I have never been able to restrain myself when an open stretch of sidewalk or path beckons me.

There is more than one kind of freedom... Freedom to and freedom from. In the days of anarchy, it was freedom to. Now you are being given freedom from. Don't underrate it.

I've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because they have forgotten their own.

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze.

There is more than one kind of freedom," said Aunt Lydia. "Freedom to and freedom from. In the days of anarchy, it was freedom to. Now you are being given freedom from. Don't underrate it.

For centuries censorship has created best sellers because, as Michel de Montaigne said, 'To forbid us anything is to make us have a mind for it.' (Banned Books: Censorship Histories of World Literature)

Like water leaking slowly through a dike to become a steady trickle or a flood, words and ideas inexorably elude the censor's grasp. (Banned Books: Censorship Histories of World Literature)

I refuse to dawn the velvet tether of meaningless expectations and follow you blindly.

I've got selfish in my old age. I live as I like.

He was not condemned to death, freedom awaited him. What was the temptation, the one that worked? Perhaps he wanted to live with a woman whose life he had saved, who had seen down into the earth but had nevertheless followed him back up to life. It was his only chance to be a hero, to one person at least, for if he became the hangman the others would despise him. He was in prison for wounding another man, on one finger of the right hand, with a sword. This too is history.

You wonder about her crime. She was condemned to death for stealing clothes from her employer, from the wife of her employer. She wished to make herself more beautiful. This desire in servants was not legal. He was not condemned to death, freedom awaited.

He had brought me to feel that free love was better than that hallowed by the sanctity of marriage, that those bound in wedlock soon wearied and satiated of one another and then awoke to find themselves forever bound together, to shiver for a life-time over the dead embers of an extinct passion, or to break their vows and bring shame and disgrace upon each other, and upon their children.

Vous ne pouvez pas le croire, vous les hommes, mais la seule raison pour laquelle les femmes assument ce qui vous convient le plus, c'est que vous les empêchez de découvrir ce qui leur convient à elles. Si elles avaient la liberté, si elles avaient la sagesse de pleinement développer leur force et leur beauté de femmes, elles ne souhaiteraient jamais être des hommes ou semblables à des hommes.

She finally said: 'I want to provide you with the opportunity to be free to make a choice of belonging with someone, but never to someone else'.

A culture focused on individual freedom can only result in narcissism, polarization, conflict, estrangement, and loneliness. What is the meaning of life when it's all about me?

We could have been anything we wanted, yet our free-floating individualism has taken us far from community, contribution or connection, the very things that truly give life meaning and purpose.

The chains had fallen from her leg, but not from her mind.

It came with a stirring of the conviction that was never to leave her: that human being, whatever his color or creed or sex, had certain inalienable rights which other human beings had no right to violate.

She was a woman, slight, almost frail in appearance; not someone who could fight with guns to free the slaves, as in the United States, but someone who could fight with knowledge in the corner of the world where she found herself.

you'll learn the critical difference between the paralyzing restrictions of choice and the freeing concept of focus.

Pesci, non siamo altro che pesci... branchie che si gonfiano e si chiudono... poi viene un gabbiano che dall'alto ci prende e mentre ci smembra ci fa volare, forse questo è l'amore.

Don't grow up, Urchin, whatever you do. Definitely a bad idea.