Quotes About Freedom

Authoritarians are frustrated authors. Frustrated authors not of books but of their own lives. They are soulless, unimaginative and nihilistic cowards afraid of their own and other peoples freedom.

We are all on Death Row, but some of us are looking at parole

If you don't value freedom abover everything else, everything else is wothless

If you don't value freedom above everything else, everything else is worthless

Freedom of hearing. The objective ( the thing said ) and the subjective (the thing heard ) if you need "accredited" mediators and censors to police your subjectivity there's really not much hope for you.

In the future the question will not be "what is your chosen profession?" But rather "what is your chosen oppression?

Marxism was simply Marxism until Freud was invited into its bed. It then became fucking Marxism! It moved the focus from the factory floor to the bedroom, from necessity to narcissism to the abandonment of the toilers and the move towards todays obsession with toiletry freedom.

The city needs a car like a fish needs a bicycle.

Awakenings are always terrifying as they force you to realize your past has been lived in confinement, the most disturbing part is when you recognize that the shackle holding you down are largely once you have placed upon yourself, the prison is self constructed

Now you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but I could run like the wind blows. From that day on, if I was ever going somewhere, I was running!" —FORREST GUMP

The world and its institutions engulf and suffocate us. We runners find our sanctuary in retreating to the roadways and trails, our sacred reprieve. The wonder isn't that we go; it's that we come back.

No freedom at all when we give birth to lie. No freedom at all when we hurt other persons' rights. No freedom at all when the leader listens to gossiping. At last, we cannot walk or work because we're free for nothing.

Real power is ours already—when we stop giving it away. Real happiness is ours already—when we stop believing it's something we have to get from outside ourselves. Real peace is ours already—when we stop disturbing it. Real freedom is ours already—when we stop limiting ourselves.

The Statue of Liberty is not that monument's name. It is Liberty Enlightening the World.

I put my hands on my hips, not caring if I sounded like a Billingsgate fishwife. "Yes, it was a dangerous thing to do, but as it seems to have escaped your attention, I remind you I am above thirty years of age, of sound body and mind, and in control of my own fortune. That means," I said, moving closer still, poking his chest for emphasis, "I am mistress of myself and answer to no one.

I ran a finger over the seal, tracing the letters of the motto. ALIS VOLAT PROPRIIS. She flies with her own wings.

but just beneath the bell was a small scarlet plaque bearing the name of the club and the legend ALIS VOLAT PROPRIIS. "'She flies with her own wings,'" I translated.

tracing the letters of the motto. ALIS VOLAT PROPRIIS. She flies with her own wings.

No Julia necesitas aventuras. Necesitas un amante unas vacaciones en el extranjero. Tienes que cortarte el pelo y nadar desnuda en un río. Necesitas comer cosas que nunca hayas visto y hablar lenguajes que no conoces. Necesitas besar a un hombre que haga que te fallen las rodillas y que te acelere el corazón. -Portia

ALIS VOLAT PROPRIIS. "'She flies with her own wings,'" I translated.

No, Julia, you need adventure. You need a lover, a holiday abroad. You need to cut your hair and swim naked in a river. You need to eat things you have never even seen before and speak languages you do not know. You need to kiss a man who makes you feel like your knees have turned to water and makes your heart feel as though it would spring from your chest.

By the time she split from the third one, she'd given up entirely on marriage and decided to keep a string of what the kids call fuckbuddies.

St. Frideswide's seat before her intended, she will be master in her own house." "And if a woman does not wish to marry?" I asked archly. He grinned. "Then I believe she does not need St. Frideswide's help in the first place.

You are far too old for fairy tales, Miss Speedwell. Surely you know the life of royalty is not at all as we believe it to be. It is a prison—a gilded one—but a prison nonetheless.