Quotes About Freedom

If you love someone your freedom is curtailed, if you love someone you give up much of your privacy, if you love someone you are not merely one person but half of a couple, to think or behave any other way is to risk losing that love.

Sex is one of the most personal things we do as people. To have someone who says she loves you limit how you express yourself in the bedroom is like a small death. It kills the soul.

People say I'm a feminist, but in truth, I am an equalist. I believe that everyone, male and female, should be free to be whom and what they are. Not to fit into some tight cultural box.

Bizi gerçekten özledin mii Meredith, yoksa özgür olduÄŸun onca zaman?n tad?n? m? ç?kard?n? sy.278

I called her Mrs. Bennington at her insistence. When I'd referred to her as Ms. Bennington, she'd nearly bitten my head off. She was not one of your liberated women. She liked being a wife and mother. I was glad for her, it meant more freedom for the rest of us.

comfort zones were more like prison bars; they protected you, but they also trapped you. I didn't want to be trapped, not even by myself.

No more past. I study the future, okay?" He kisses me, so sweetly my heart melts. "Only the future." I know I'm looking up at him with stars in my eyes, and I don't care. I love that, at last, I can show Luca exactly how I feel, and he can do the same. We're free. Finally, we're free. "The future is here in this room, Violetta," he says to me. " Questo è il nostro futuro. " "This is our future.

Concentreaza-te asupra ta: fa ce vrei, cand vrei, fara sa-ti bati capul cu lucrurile pe care altii le vor de la tine.

He admired her for throwing off her aristocratic shackles -- his terms, that -- and making her own way in the world. He didn't realize that the truth was so much more complex, so much less impressive. She had less thrown than been thrown.

She could only hold on to her husband with both hands and promise herself that the best way to keep someone was to let him go.

home, they knew the dreary routines life held in store for them, whereas at sea anything could happen;

Many of the men went to sea simply to escape. Some were fleeing jail, hanging, or torture;

they would be immune from arrest, safe for as long as they were at sea.

A nanny state is hostile to liberty. Any attempt to institute or continue it should be opposed, root and branch. Government intervention is never the solution; it is always part of the problem.

Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance.

For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.

I want to be in fifth grade again. Now, that is a deep dark secret, almost as big as the other one. Fifth grade was easy -- old enough to play outside without Mom, too young to go off the block. The perfect leash length.

This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values....

She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.

The light beyond my eyes flashflashflashes with a hundred futures for me. Doctor. Ship's captain. Forest ranger. Librarian. Beloved of that man or that women or those children or those people who voted for me or who painted my picture. Poet. Acrobat. Engineer. Friend. Guardian. Avenging whirlwind. A million futures--not all pretty, not all long, but all of them mine. I do have a choice - p. 271

The school board banned one of Maya Angelou's books, so the librarian had to take down her poster. I fished it out of the trash. She must be a great writer if the school board is scared of her.

I am almost a real girl the entire drive home. I went to a diner. I drank hot chocolate and ate french fries. Talked to a guy for a while. Laughed a couple of times. A little like ice-skating for the first time, wobbly, but I did it.

She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so. But what was one more beating? A flogging, even? I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could no longer harm Ruth, and she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her. This was a new notion to me and a curious one.

If an entire nation could seek its freedom, why not a girl?