Quotes About Freedom

By unnerving definition, anything that the heart has chosen for its own mysterious reasons it can always unchoose later - again, for its own mysterious reasons. And a shared private heaven can quickly descend into a failed private hell.

All of which is to say: You do not need a permission slip from the principal's office to live a creative life. Or if you do worry that you need a permission slip—THERE, I just gave it to you. I

The thing about fashion, my dears, is that you don't need to follow it, no matter what they say.

Do whatever you want to do. Pursue whatever fascinates you and brings you to life. Create whatever you want to create—and let it be stupendously imperfect, because it's exceedingly likely that nobody will even notice. And that's awesome.

Any place that one could not leave was not large—particularly if one was a naturalist!

De los veinte a los cuarenta años nos esforzamos por ser perfectos porque nos preocupa mucho lo que pensará la gente de nosotros. Luego cumplimos los cuarenta y los cincuenta y empezamos a ser libres porque decidimos que nos importa un bledo lo que los demás piensen de nosotros. Pero no se es completamente libre hasta que se llega a los sesenta y los setenta, cuando por fin comprendes esta verdad liberadora: que nadie estaba pensando en ti».

Live your life as you wish, my peach, but don't let it bitch up the bloody show.

You do not need anyone's permission to live a creative life

Maybe because they didn't worry too much about me, I didn't worry too much about me, either.

He noticed that his children felt fully entitled to make up songs all the time, and when they were done with them, they would toss them out "like little origami things, or paper airplanes.

Those girls are on the road to trouble, I heard an older woman say about us one night, as we were staggering down the street drunk - and that woman was absolutely right. What she didn't understand, though, is that trouble is what we wanted.

But through watching his children create so freely, Waits had an epiphany: It wasn't actually that big a deal. He told me, "I realized that, as a songwriter, the only thing I really do is make jewelry for the inside of other people's minds." Music is nothing more than decoration for the imagination. That's all it is. That realization, Waits said, seemed to open things up for him. Songwriting became less painful after that.

It was on the rooftop of our little bridal boutique that I learned this truth: when women are gathered together with no men around, they don't have to be anything in particular; they can just be.

The guardians of high culture will try to convince you that the arts belong only to a chosen few, but they are wrong and they are also annoying

pareció que no hacía daño a nadie. Y, en todo caso, en la vida de una mujer llega un momento en que se cansa de sentirse culpable todo el rato. A partir de ese momento, es libre de convertirse en quien de verdad es.

Let your intention be freedom from useless suffering. Then, let go.

Now it's dusk, bats swooping and rising along the lawn, against the sea. Would that she could join them-flap wings, fly blind, beat back her foul mood.

A Doll's House is about money, about the way it turns locks.

She flew in, all fiery flashing eyes and flushed cheeks, her bosom heaving beneath black wool. She was magnificent. Tell them to let her go! Séraphine ordered him imperiously. Tell them to let her go right now . She stood over him, her lips wet, her body shaking with her rage, and he wanted to take her and roll her beneath him and fuck her into the mattress.

I have no particular plan in life - and that's something I rather like. Most things that people do seem to me to be rather dull and silly. In my ideal life I'd be left alone to read

Why do you come here? I promised. I release you from your promise! It wasn't you I promised, the angel said quietly.

Xas put his face close to Sobran's and said, soft and succinct, Listen, and take this in. The terms of the pact are this: 'Xas shall go freely. God shall have his pains and Lucifer his pleasures .' So, if you please yourself and me the way you want, Sobran, you will be pleasing the devil. And I will not give you to him.

In this spot, he is housed in evil. Reader, unbury him with a word.

At least he was choosing who wielded power over him. There was a wildness to the thought, a freedom, that set him alight as much as it chilled him to the core.