Quotes About Freedom

Suddenly I'm as if cast out, and this solitude surrounds me as something vast and unbounded, when my feeling, standing on the hills of my breasts, cries out for wings or for an end.

Isn't it time that, in love, we freed ourselves from the loved one and, trembling, endured: as the arrow endures the string, collecting itself to be more than itself as it shoots?

confess to yourself whether you would have to die if writing were denied you.

Confessez-vous à vous-même: mourriez-vous s'il vous était défendu d'écrire ?

Und der Künstler ist immer noch dieser: ein Tänzer, dessen Bewegung sich bricht an dem Zwang seiner Zelle. Was in seinen Schritten und dem beschrankten Schwung seiner Arme nicht Raum hat, kommt in der Ermattung von seinen Lippen, oder er muß die noch ungelebten Linien seines Leibes mit wunden Fingern in die Wände ritzen.

Does the ore feel trapped in coins and gears? does it feel homesick for earth?

We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it." ? Rainer Maria Rilke, Translations from the Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

Childhood is a land entirely independent of everything. The only land where kings exist. (Letters on Life)

For property is poverty and fear; only to have possessed something and to have let go of it means carefree ownership.

A year doesn't matter; ten years are nothing. To be an artist means not to compute or count; it means to ripen as the tree, which does not force its sap, but stands unshaken in the storms of spring with no fear that summer might not follow. It will come regardless. But it comes only to those who live as though eternity stretches before them, carefree, silent, and endless.

N'est-il pas temps que ceux qui aiment se libèrent de l'objet aimé et le surmontent, frémissants ? Ainsi le trait vainc la corde pour être, rassemblé dans le bond, plus que lui-même. Car nulle part il n'est d'arrêt.

My silence was the quiet of a stone. But in these weeks of the awakening Spring Something within me has been freed- something That in the past dark years unconscious lay, Which rises now within me and commands And gives my poor warm life into your hands Who know not what I was that Yesterday. - The Woman Who Loves

If we imagine our being as a room of any size, it seems that most of us know only a single corner of that room, a spot by the window, a narrow strip on which we keep walking back and forth. That gives a kind of security. But isn't insecurity with all its dangers so much more human? We are not prisoners of that room.

Why do you want to shut out of your life any agitation, any pain, any melancholy, since you really do not know what these states are working upon you? ...just remember that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself of foreign matter; so one must just help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and break out with it, for that is its progress.

Aparecerá la mujer cuyo nombre ya no significará sólo algo opuesto al hombre, sino algo propio, independiente. Nada que haga pensar en complemento ni en límite, sino tan sólo en vida y en ser: el Humano femenino...

Para el verdadero creador no hay pobreza ni lugares comunes. Y aunque se encontrase encerrado en una prisión cuyos muros impidieran que el fragor del mundo alcanzase su entendimiento, ¿no podría recurrir siempre a su infancia, ese reino delicioso, esa cámara del tesoro que alberga tantos recuerdos?

you would cry out as purely as a bird when the quickly ascending season lifts him up, nearly forgetting that he is a suffering creature and not just a single heart being flung into brightness, into the intimate skies.

Wir haben, wo wir uns lieben, ja nur dies: einander lassen; denn daß wir uns halten, das fällt uns leicht und ist nicht erst zu erlernen.

A ella sólo nosotros la vemos; el animal libre tiene siempre su ocaso detrás de si y ante sí tiene a Dios, y cuando anda, anda en la eternidad, como andan las fuentes. Nosotros nunca tenemos, ni siquiera un solo día, el espacio puro ante nosotros, al que las flores se abren infinitamente.

Aku ada buku, aku tak perlukan pakaian atau sepatu khusus untuk berjalan ke perbukitan.

Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie-- Dust unto dust-- The calm, sweet earth that mothers all who die As all men must; Mourn not your captive comrades who must dwell-- Too strong to strive-- Within each steel-bound coffin of a cell, Buried alive; But rather mourn the apathetic throng-- The cowed and the meek-- Who see the world's great anguish and its wrong And dare not speak!

Words of Emancipation didn't arrive until the middle of June so they called it Juneteenth. So that was it, the night of Juneteenth celebration, his mind went on. The celebration of a gaudy illusion.

All boundaries down, freedom was not only the recognition of necessity, it was the recognition of possibility.

Now you're free of illusions,' Jack said, pointing to my seed wasting upon the air. 'How does it feel to be free of one's illusions?' And now I answered, 'Painful and empty... But look... there's your universe, and that drip-drop upon the water you hear is all the history you've made, all you're going to make