Quotes About Freedom

I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."

Amma mÉ™n rahatl?q istÉ™mirÉ™m. MÉ™n Tanr? istÉ™yirÉ™m, poeziya istÉ™yirÉ™m, hÉ™qiqÉ™t istÉ™yirÉ™m, azadl?q istÉ™yirÉ™m, yax??l?q istÉ™yirÉ™m. MÉ™n günah istÉ™yirÉ™m.

No, el verdadero problema es: <<¿Por qué no puedo hablar?>> O, ya que en realidad sé perfectamente por qué, la pregunta adecuada es ¿qué sensación experimentaría si pudiera, si fuese libre, si no me hallara esclavizado por mi condicionamiento?

We all confront the parameters of our cage eventually. What we do when we reach those bars helps define us.

The key of joy is disobedience.

There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.

We [of Thelema] are whole-hearted extroverts; the penalty of restricting one self is anything from neurosis to down right lunacy; in particular, melancholia.

To resist and subdue Nature is to make for one's self a personal and imperishable life: it is to break free from the vicissitudes of Life and Death.

Thou hast no right but to do thy will... For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.

There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt. Love is the law, love under will.

I seem to remember asking myself if I was insane, and answering, ''Of couse I am - sanity is a compromise. Sanity is the thing that keeps one back.

It seemed to her as if her body were altogether too heavy for her; she had the feeling so well known to opium- smokers, which they call clou'e 'a terre. It is as if the body clung desperately to the earth, by its own weight, and yet in the same way as a tired child nestles to its mother's breast. In this sensation there is a perfect lassitude mingled with a perfect longing. It may be that it is the counterpart of the freedom of the soul of which it is the herald and companion.

For the first time in my life I was being absolutely myself, freed from all inhibitions of body, intellect and training...I seem to remember asking myself if I was insane and answering Of course I am-sanity is a compromise. Sanity is the thing that keeps one back.

Do what thou wilt, the most sublimely austere ethical precept ever uttered, despite its apparent license.

We have seen that it is presumptuous and impractical to lay down definite rules as to what we are to do. What does concern us is so to arrange matters that we are free to do anything that may become necessary or expedient, allowing for that development of supernormal powers which enables us to carry out our plans as they form in the mutable bioscope of events.

No pedía ya la libertad, sino la memoria

Te atacarán no por ser débil, ni demasiado alto o torpe, no por sensible, afeminado o tímido, ni siquiera por tener éxito… Te atacarán por ser un hombre libre, libre incluso cuando te hayan privado de tu libertad».

The anxious wait lasted four years, and the alert ears never despaired of hearing, at any moment, the voice of the great conch shell which would bellow through the hills to announce to all that Macandal had completed the cycle of his metamorphoses, and stood poised once more, sinewy and hard, with testicles like rocks, on his own human legs (36-37).

Decididamente -pensaba- no he nacido para ser lo que hoy se entiende por un buen ciudadano…

Ladies and gentlemen, is there no way Of getting all honourable dogs free, once and for all, from their shameful slavery to mankind

Suonavamo perché l'Oceano è grande, e fa paura, suonavamo perché la gente non sentisse passare il tempo, e si dimenticasse dov'era, e chi era. Suonavamo per farli ballare, perché se balli non puoi morire, e ti senti Dio. E suonavamo il ragtime, perché è la musica su cui Dio balla, quando nessuno lo vede. Su cui Dio ballava, se solo era negro.

About aviaries: You fill it up, as many as you can. Then one day when something good happens to you, you throw it open and watch them fly away.

Cos'era?» «Non lo so» Gli si illuminarono gli occhi. «Quando non sai cos'è, allora è jazz»

Se ne andò lasciando aperta la porta - camminava un po' di sbieco, come se dovesse infilarsi in uno spazio stretto e lo facesse per fuggire da ogni cosa che era.