Quotes About Freedom

Are you breaking some either/or cultural law, just by being who you are? If so, you're not alone.

It's healthier for your soul to live outside and above a degraded moral code than within and beneath one.

It doesn't really matter what a person decides to do, or how radically a person plays with gender. What matters, I think, is how aware a person is of the options.

Our spirits are full of possibilities, yet we tie ourselves down to socially-prescribed names and categories so we're acceptable to more people. We take on identities that no one has to think about, and that's probably how we become and why we remain men and women.

All roads in life lead nowhere. So you might as well take the road that has the most heart and is the most fun. —Anonymous Zen saying

You have been a very foolish boy, wasting your time dreaming of impossible things when you speak of Mr. Pontellier setting me free! I am no longer one of Mr. Pontelliere's possessions to dispose of or not. I give myself where I choose. If he were to say, 'Here Robert, take her and be happy; she is yours,' I should laugh at you both.

There would be no one there to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistance with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.

She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor. It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom.

Sometimes I feel this summer as if I were walking through the green meadow again, idly, aimlessly, unthinking and unguided.

I am no longer one of Mr. Pontellier's possessions to dispose of or not.

There would be no one to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself.

The bird that would soar above the plane of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

Conditions would some way adjust themselves, she felt; but whatever came, she had resolved never again to belong to another than herself.

There would be no one to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature.

Pirate gold isn't a thing to be hoarded or utilized. It is something to squander and throw to the four winds, for the fun of seeing the golden specks fly.

As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself.

She said it over and over under her breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.

She began to do as she liked and to feel as she liked.

The bird that would soar about the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

I am no longer one of Mr, Pontellier's possessions to dispose of or not. I give myself where I choose. If he were to say, 'Here, Robert, take her and be happy; she is yours,' I should laugh at you both.

When Edna was at last alone, she breathed a big, genuine sigh of relief.

I am no longer one of Mr. Pontellier's possessions to dispose of or not. I give myself where I choose.

I know I shall like it, like the feeling of freedom and independence.

A characteristic which distinguished them and which impressed Mrs. Pontellier most forcibly was their entire absence of prudery.