Quotes About Freedom

Then Dantes rose more agile and light than the kid among the myrtles and shrubs of these wild rocks, took his gun in one hand, his pickaxe in the other, and hastened towards the rock on which the marks he had noted terminated. "And now," he exclaimed, remembering the tale of the Arabian fisherman, which Faria had related to him, "now, open sesame!

Possibly nothing at all; the overflow of my brain would probably, in a state of freedom, have evaporated in a thousand follies; misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect.

So Dantès, who three months earlier had wanted nothing except freedom, felt already not free enough, but wanted wealth. It was not the fault of Dantès, but of God who, while limiting the power of man, has created in him infinite desires!

although a companion is agreeable, perfect freedom is sometimes still more agreeable. I

And then he gave himself over entirely to his feelings of happiness. He was certainly no longer going to be alone, he might perhaps even be free. The worst case, should he remain a prisoner, was to have a companion: captivity shared is only semi-captivity. Sighs united together are almost prayers; prayers coming from two hearts are almost acts of grace.

Tell me," replied Faria, "what has hindered you from knocking down your jailer with a piece of wood torn from your bedstead, dressing yourself in his clothes, and endeavoring to escape?" "Simply the fact that the idea never occurred to me," answered Dantes.

Monte Cristo raised his eyes heavenwards but could not see the heavens: there was a veil of stone between him and the firmament.

Seventeen months captivity to a sailor accustomed to the boundless ocean, is a worse punishment than human crime ever merited.

Cornelius was stretched on his couch, with broken wrists and crushed fingers. He had not confessed a crime of which he was not guilty; and now, after three days of agony, he once more breathed freely, on being informed that the judges, from whom he had expected death, were only condemning him to exile.

or la captivité partagée n'est plus qu'une demi-captivité

Vos sois hijo mío, Dantés! —exclamó el anciano—. Sois el hijo de mi prisión. Mi estado me condenaba al celibato, y Dios os envió a mí para consuelo juntamente del hombre que no podía ser padre, y del preso que no podía ser libre.

Recuando no passado, esqueço o presente; percorrendo livre e independente a História, esqueço-me de que estou preso

A fe mía que será la cosa más fácil - dijo Franz -, pues me parece que tengo alas de águila, capaces de dar la vuelta al mundo en veinticuatro horas. - ¡Vaya, vaya! ¡Ya empieza a actuar el hachís; abrid pues, esas alas, y volad a las regiones de la fantasía! Nada os arredre, que hay quien vela por vos, y si vuestras alas se derriten al sol como las de Ícaro, aquí estoy yo para recibiros.

Ainsi Dantès, qui, il y a trois mois, n'aspirait qu'à la liberté, n'avait déjà plus assez de la liberté et aspirait à la richesse; la faute n'en était pas à Dantès, mais à Dieu, qui, en bornant la puissance de l'homme, lui a fait des désirs infinis!

prisons have doors, the tomb has none.

Les évasions heureuses, les évasions couronnées d'un plein succès, sont les évasions méditées avec soin et lentement préparées

Pensando all'ideale dimenticò il presente e con la filosofia dimenticò d'essere prigioniero.

My wish was not to confine myself to domestic cares, or the caprices of any man, but to be an artist, and consequently free in heart, in person, and in thought.

Overturn the world, change its character, yield to mad ideas, be even criminal—but live.

We will escape, and if we cannot escape we will talk, you of those you love and I of those whom I love.

La mer est le cimetière du château d'If.

Ah  ! murmura-t-il, j'entends parler un homme. » Il y avait quatre ou cinq ans qu'Edmond n'avait entendu parler que son geôlier, et pour le prisonnier le geôlier n'est pas un homme : c'est une porte vivante ajoutée à la porte de chêne, c'est un barreau de chair ajouté à ses barreaux de fer.

Well, my dear father, in the shipwreck of life - for life is an eternal shipwreck of our hopes - I cast into the sea my useless encumbrance, that is all, and I remain with my own will, disposed to live perfectly alone, and consequently free.

Tre mesi prima aspirava solo alla libertà e ora già non gli bastava, voleva la ricchezza; non era colpa sua, ma di Dio, che ha concesso all'uomo possibilità limitate ma desideri infiniti.