Quotes About Independence

It is a blessed thing that in every age some one has had the individuality enough and courage enough to stand by his own convictions.

An infinite God ought to be able to protect Himself, without going in partnership with State Legislatures.

The man who does not do his own thinking is a slave, and is a traitor to himself and his fellow men.

Liberty a word without which all other words are vain.

What light is to the eyes – what air is to the lungs – what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.

With every drop of my blood I hate and execrate every form of tyranny, every form of slavery. I hate dictation. I love liberty.

Liberty sustains the same relation to mind that space does to matter.

Now and then some one says that the religion of his father and mother is good enough for him, and wonders why anybody should desire a better. Surely we are not bound to follow our parents in religion any more than in politics, science or art.

The man who does not do his own thinking is a slave, and is a traitor to himself and to his fellow-men.

Death is liberty, absolute and eternal.

The grave is better than the cell. Sleep is sweeter than the ache of toil. The dead have no masters.

Subjects who are governed by the threats and promises of a king are merely slaves. They are not governed by the ideal, by noble views of right and wrong. They are obedient cowards, controlled by fear, or beggars governed by rewards—by alms.

In the realm of thought majorities do not determine. Each brain is a kingdom, each mind is a sovereign.

Mental slavery is mental death, and every man who has given up his intellectual freedom is the living coffin of his dead soul.

In a way, an explanation had never been the point. She had simply liked being the only one who wanted to find out the truth.

She lived alone and talked books not babies;

Girls like that idea, that little bit of possessiveness. They t'ink it means he only wants her, when o' course, it's the other way round. He only wants her available to him. He's still free to look at other girls...

And don't ," bellowed Robin from behind him, "buy me any more fucking flowers !" "No danger of that!" yelled Strike over his shoulder, as he strode away into the darkness.

Middle-class gorls, with their mammies and daddies paying their way, they could afford to burn their bras and have hairy armpits.

La mancanza di critiche, o anche solo di una silenziosa disapprovazione da parte di Robin, era una cosa davvero singolare per Strike. Era l'unica persona di sesso femminile nella sua vita che non avesse cercato di migliorarlo o correggerlo.

It was no good waiting for anyone else to save me. I had to save me.

The act of shopping for what he needed, and of setting up the bare necessities for himself, had lulled Strike back into the familiar soldierly state of doing what needed to be done, without question or complaint.

the walking stick, like a burqa, conferred protective status...

but he brooked no jokes upon Cornish independence, a subject that for Strike had all the appeal of soft furnishings or train-spotting.