Quotes About Freedom

Fly Dog, fly! I will be your missing eye, and you will be my wings.

If you become a bird and fly away from me, I will be a tree that you come home to.

When Sarah Marston learned that her Aunt Hilda had left her a cottage and two thousand pounds, she realised that at last she could leave her husband.

I envy the trees that grow at crossroads. They are never forced to decide which way to go...

Marriage without love is just one more twisted form of slavery.

Can it be true that freedom only exists when it is a treasure, shared by all?

I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar!

I think of my feather pen as something magical that still belongs to a wing. All I need is paper, ink, and the courage to let wild words soar.

No matter how invisible I feel, I will always be wrapped in the memory of life as a captive. —Quebrado

Right wing or left wing, tyrants always try to control communication. They always fail.

I would have run away Into the forest To live in a nest Made of dreams And green leaves

Slavery all day, and then, suddenly, by nightfall- freedom!

Am I a man, or a contract? What sort of society decides that special papers are needed even by beggars?

Why can't she see that no two people are exactly alike? Our hearts and minds are all different. Only our dreams share this same desperate need to rise and soar...

I freed myself in order to be alone. For me freedom means solitude, a solitude full of walks in the country, solitary strolls through unfamiliar cities, books scattered around my bed at night, lying open at random pages.

When will women not be compelled to view their bodies as science projects, gardens to be weeded, dogs to be trained? When will a woman cease to be made of pain?

There is a bird in my chest with wings too broad with beak that rips me wanting to get out. I have called it an idiot parrot. I have called it a ravening eagle. But it sings. Bird of no name your cries are red and wet on the iron air. I open my mouth to let you out and your shining blinds me.

Hate them more than you hate yourself, and you'll stay free!

I will choose what enters me, what becomes of my flesh. Without choice, no politics, no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield, not your uranium mine, not your calf for fattening, not your cow for milking. You may not use me as your factory. Priests and legislators do not hold shares in my womb or my mind. This is my body. If I give it to you I want it back. My life is a non-negotiable demand.

If he's a poet, why's he in jail?" demanded a suspicious voice. Madam Chairwoman shrugged velvet shoulders. "Perhaps he writes free verse," she suggested cunningly. A stir of approval answered her. Mice are all for people being free, so that they too can be freed form their eternal task of cheering prisoners--so that they can stay snug at home, nibbling the family cheese, instead of sleeping out in damp straw on a diet of stale bread.

Take a breath. Observe. Proceed. If you still feel fear about proceeding, choose to say, "Fuck it." "Fuck it" is a declaration of freedom. It announces to the world that nothing can hold you back, not even your fear. Although fear can be crippling at times, it can also be a powerful catalyst for positive change. We are all fearful. There is nothing wrong with it. Recast your fear. It can become a motivating factor. Use it to launch into a higher orbit of creativity.

The only thing worse than a man you can't control is a man you can.

I felt freed to please myself, to find my way as I would, in a world that was much vaster than I had realized before, in which I was but one star-gleam, one wavelet, among multitudes. My happiness mattered not a whit more than the next person's - or the next fish's, or the next grass-blade's! - and not a whit less.

Why must we climb away to the seal-less parts of the world?