Quotes About Freedom

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I'm tired of being enclosed here. I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?

Permítame que me tome la libertad de preguntarle cómo se las arregla para vivir sin libros.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free...I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

I wish I were out of doors - I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries,not maddening under them!

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.

He possessed the power to depart, as much as a cat possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed, or a bird half eaten.

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

Lo que más me hastía es esta maltrecha prisión. Ya estoy harta de mi encierro. Siento ansia de poder escaparme a aquel mundo espléndido, y de estar siempre allí. No quiero vislumbrarlo vagamente entre un velo de lágrimas, y suspirar por él tras los muros de un corazón lacerado; quiero estar realmente con él y en él.

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.

Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!

my companion is impatient and proposes that we should appropriate the dairy woman's cloak, and have a scamper on the moors, under its shelter.

i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... (catherine, ch. XII, p. 125)

Qual seria o sentido da minha existência, se eu ficasse restrita ao que existe aqui?

She does not know what she says. Will you ruin her, because she has not wit to help herself? Get up! You could be free instantly. That is the most diabolical deed that ever you did. We are all done for—master, mistress, and servant.

I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses, and you have no right to object! I am not your husband, you needn't be jealous of me!

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them!  Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?  I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

What you touch at present you may have; but my soul will be on that hill-top before you lay hands on me again.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

We ask for nothing further here But our own hearts and liberty

I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

Leave the heart that now I bear, and give me liberty!