Quotes About Freedom

Oh, man! Live your own life and no longer be wretched!

Christianity preaches only servitude and dependence. Its spirit is so favourable to tyranny that it always profits by such a régime. Genuine Christians are made to be slaves, and they know it and don't much mind: this short life counts for too little in their eyes.

In addition to all that, a man may have any opinions he likes without that being any of the sovereign's business. Having no standing in the other world, the sovereign has no concern with what may lie in wait for its subjects in the life to come, provided they are good citizens in this life.

If we assume man has been corrupted by an artificial civilization, what is the natural state? the state of nature from which he has been removed? imagine, wandering up and down the forest without industry, without speech, and without home.

Add a note This is what the love of God is like: it is free and therefore it is both all-powerful and completely vulnerable. All-powerful because it is always free to overcome, but vulnerable because it has no way of guaranteeing worldly success. The love of God belongs to a different order, not the order of power, manipulation and getting on top, which is the kind of power that pre-occupies us.

they were looking for housekeepers and cooks, and I was dying to get out of Australia and see the rest of the world. It's a Sagittarius thing, you know. We just move on and on, like tumbleweeds.

I don't want to fear life—I want to live it.

I don't want to fear life -- I want to live it.

Besides, they won't hold me long," declared Dave doughtily, "if I get a chance to slip them.

But we can't lead our lives in fear of what might be. So live each day to its utmost, only then will you be free. (Poem by Chast's mother)

Todas as pessoas que viajam apreciam essa sensação de andar pelas ruas de uma cidade que não é aquela em que se vive, sem pressa, sem hora de voltar para casa. Por quê? Porque não há casa, lar doce lar, para onde voltar. A casa é uma prisão, mesmo se você vive sozinho. Uma prisão à qual você se acostuma, como os animais do jardim zoológico se acostumam com as suas jualas.

Man is already weak at the moment he searches for laws and rules according to which he shall think and act. Out of his own being the strong individual controls his way of thinking and doing.

Even after the big rancheros and the tejanos came and fenced the beautiful llano, he and those like him continued to work there, I guess because only in that wide expanse of land and sky could they feel the freedom their spirits needed.

I cannot let things remain as they are, because then I would not be free. If I cease to act because I fear the future, then I create a worse enslavement for myself. That much I know. While my people are not free, I am not free. If the freedom and justice I seek loose destruction upon the earth, then I accept that responsibility, but it seems to me that the real responsibility must be borne by those who keep me from my freedom. I must act!

What greater good could there be in a man's life than to lift the oppression that destroys them, what greater honor is there?

I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chains - I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs. I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar cane; I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs. I will go out until the day, until the morning break - Out to the wind's untainted kiss, the water's clean caress; I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket stake. I will revisit my lost love and playmates masterless!

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

There is but one task for all -- One life for each to give. What stands if Freedom fall? [ For All We Have and Are ]

I had never seen the jungle. They fed me behind bars from an iron pan till one night I felt that I was Bagheera - the Panther - and no man's plaything, and I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away; and because I had learned the ways of men, I became more terrible in the jungle than Shere Khan.

All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago

and when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or on the Wet Wild Roofs, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.

Hearts are like horses. They come and they go against bit or spur.

ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a king in Babylon And you were a Christian slave, —W.E. Henley.

When the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him.