Quotes About Freedom

If I want to carry a purse, I'm going to carry it. I'm not going to not carry it just because they don't like it.

It was funny what you could do in twenty-four hours. You could start the day in one place, married to a man you sometimes liked but most of the time didn't, and you could end the next day in another place, far away, a single woman chasing her dreams. I thought there was some kind of miracle in that.

Wychodz? ze mnie wszystkie niepokoje, rozsypuj? si? na pod?odze jego garderoby.

Spontaneous dance party!

I love the world that is my room. It's nicer in here than out there, because in here I'm whatever I want to be.

feel free to choose the places that strike our fancy, no matter how obscure or far away.

Kau tidak bisa mengandalkan sesuatu tetap di sini atau tetap diam, betapa pun kau sangat menginginkan itu. Kau tidak bisa mencegah mereka pergi. Kau pun tak bisa mencegah dirimu pergi.

Forgiveness really is so misunderstood, as well as the power it can release in an individual.

I drew in a deep breath, then exhaled in satisfaction. "Smell that? That's air, bascha … good, clean air. And warm air, too . . no more frozen lungs." "No," she agreed, "no more frozen lungs … now we can breathe Southron air and have our lungs scorched.

Syvia," says Papa, "it is the Russians." Liberation

We are free! Poland is free! We can go home! An

the greatest thing about having so many laws was that you could pick and choose, and move on to the next when the last lost its magic.

The Friday afternoon of a teenager--had anything more wonderful existed?

Divorce isn't such a tragedy. A tragedy's staying in an unhappy marriage, teaching your children the wrong things about love. Nobody ever died of divorce.

Divorce isn't such a tragedy. A tragedy's staying in an unhappy marriage, teaching your children the wrong things about love. Nobody ever died of divorce.

How marvelous to leave the real world with all its cares behind and step into another, more vivid, more vital, alive with fascinating characters whose lives you alone control.

Nina had been told regularly since she was a child that she needed more fresh air, at which she would take her book and clamber up the apple tree at the bottom of their tatty garden, away from the car her father was always tinkering with but had never driven in all the years of her childhood—she wondered what had happened to it—and hide there, braced against the trunk, her feet swinging, burying herself in Enid Blyton or Roald Dahl until she was allowed back inside again.

Nina wondered what on Earth it would be to have that much money; to buy that many books without worrying.

She had always been dainty, and never quite confident enough to dance where anyone might see. Here, though, nobody cared or noticed. The emphasis wasn't on looking good or being sexy or standing out; it was about hurling yourself into it and dancing as if you didn't have a care in the world, or a worry, or even a thought; it was dancing as catharsis, and Nina very quickly found that she absolutely loved it.

there was absolutely nothing she could do. About anything. And there was something about that that felt oddly freeing.

I found myself an unusual feeling: wanting to do something for solely the pure reasons that I wanted to do it. Not because I thought I ought to or because other people wanted me to do it or because it felt like the right age to be doing things or because it would lead me up the ladder.

Up on the Rooftops

She realized suddenly that despite all the new exciting feelings - of autonomy of freedom - that she'd felt since she arrived, she'd been missing the simple familiarity that came with ... well, someone you understood, she supposed.

Which means that in the end there are certain things you can take with you when you flee, things that have no weight, such as music.