Quotes About Freedom

Let us forget such words, and all they mean, as Hatred, Bitterness and Rancor, Greed, Intolerance, Bigotry. Let us renew our faith and pledge to Man, his right to be Himself, and free.

Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky...

But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.

But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now whither you are tossed; Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme; Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, But climb.

If in the moonlight from the silent bough Suddenly with precision speak your name The nightingale, be not assured that now His wing is limed and his wild virtue tame. Beauty beyond all feathers that have flown Is free; you shall not hood her to your wrist, Nor sting her eyes, nor have her for your own In any fashion; beauty billed and kissed Is not your turtle; tread her like a dove - She loves you not; she never heard of love.

Learn to love blackness while there is yet time, blackness Unpatterned, blackness without horizons.

About the trees my arms I wound; Like one going mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky.

The Prisoner All right, Go ahead! What's in a name? I guess I'll be locked into As much as I'm locked out of!

koodaki ghalamroe padshahii ast ke hich kas dar an nakhahad mord

All right, Go ahead! What's in a name? I guess I'll be locked into As much as I'm locked out of!

But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.

The Fugitive" Thanks be to God the world is wide, And I am going far from home, For I forgot in Camelot The man I loved in Rome, And I forgot in Kensington The man I loved in Kew; And there must be a place for me To think no more of you.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.

The country has charms only for those not obliged to stay there.

No creo que sea el destino el que cruza vidas. Ni que las almas gemelas nazcan de a pares por ahí. La vida es mucho menos sencilla que esa lógica binaria de varitas mágicas que abren los ojos y conectan los corazones. Me gusta pensar que en mi historia con Manuel no hay un dictado del destino sino un gesto de libertad.

hay algo dentro de mí que me grita que no, que no estoy dispuesta a eso de las disyuntivas y las renuncias, porque no quiero esa libertad en la que pierdo a uno de los dos hombres de los que vivo enamorada, y no me interesa quedar como una nena caprichosa, y ya sé que la madurez es precisamente sustraernos a la inmediatez de los deseos y la dictadura de los impulsos, pero entonces me temo que nunca seré una mujer madura.

Abolition of a woman's right to abortion, when and if she wants it, amounts to compulsory maternity: a form of rape by the State.

If guns are outlawed, only the government will have guns. Only the police, the secret police, the military, the hired servants of our rulers. Only the government --and a few outlaws. I intend to be among the outlaws

Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread.

To die alone, on rock under sun at the brink of the unknown, like a wolf, like a great bird, seems to me very good fortune indeed.

The ideal society can be described, quite simply, as that in which no man has the power or means to coerce others.

Let us hope our weapons are never needed -- but do not forget what the common people of this nation knew when they demanded the Bill of Rights: An armed citizenry is the first defense, the best defense, and the final defense against tyranny.