Quotes About Liberation

Flesh is a trap, and magic sets us free.

We have only one real shot at liberation, and that is to emancipate ourselves from within

The music stopped. The circle broke. Sometimes a slave will be lost in a brief eddy of liberation. In the sway of a sudden reverie among the furrows or while untangling the mysteries of an early morning dream. In the middle of a song on a warm Sunday night. Then it comes, always - the overseer's cry, the call to work, the shadow of the master, the reminder that she is only a human being for a tiny moment across the eternity of her servitude.

a small freedom was the worst punishment of all, presenting the bounty of true freedom into painful relief.

On the bed of damp earth, her breathing slowed and that which separated herself from the swamp disappeared. She was free. This moment. She had to go back.

But if he didn't read, he was a slave.

Sometimes a slave will be lost in a brief eddy of liberation.

The point of flight. To get rid of oneself. That was reason enough to fly.

A priest? I said. --A monk or some such. One of those worker guys. Liberation theowhateveritis. --Theologian, said the other. --One of those guys who thinks that Jesus was on welfare.

Months later, after liberation, I met a friend from the old camp. He related to me how he, as camp policeman, had searched for a piece of human flesh that was missing from a pile of corpses. He confiscated it from a pot in which he found it cooking. Cannibalism had broken out. I had left just in time.

suggested to him that we would promise each other to invent at least one amusing story daily, about some incident that could happen one day after our liberation. He

Psychologically, what was happening to the liberated prisoners could be called "depersonalization." Everything appeared unreal, unlikely, as in a dream. We could not believe it was true.

Apart from the moral deformity resulting from the sudden release of mental pressure, there were two other fundamental experiences which threatened to damage the character of the liberated prisoner: bitterness and disillusionment when he returned to his former life.

We walked slowly along the road leading from the camp. Soon our legs hurt and threatened to buckle. But we limped on; we wanted to see the camp's surroundings for the first time with the eyes of free men. Freedom - we repeated to ourselves, and yet we could not grasp it. We had said this word so often during all the years we dreamed about it, that it had lost its meaning. Its reality did not penetrate into our consciousness; we could not grasp the fact that freedom was ours.

three phases of the inmate's mental reactions to camp life become apparent: the period following his admission; the period when he is well entrenched in camp routine; and the period following his release and liberation. The symptom that characterizes the first phase is shock. Under certain conditions shock

so the man who has suddenly been liberated from mental pressure can suffer damage to his moral and spiritual health. During

distinguen tres fases psicológicas en la reacción de los reclusos a la vida en el campo: la fase inmediata al internamiento, la fase de adaptación y la fase que sigue a la liberación. ESTACIÓN DE FERROCARRIL DE AUSCHWITZ El síntoma característico de la primera fase es el shock. En

Nossos pensamentos, sentimentos, desejos e ações estão sendo robotizados; 'vida' passa a significar aparelhos de alimentação e ser alimentados por eles. Em resumo: tudo está se tornando absurdo. Então, onde há espaço para a liberdade humana?

tractaeque catenae.

The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.

I will cut adrift—I will sit on pavements and drink coffee—I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim—this fine October.

Meanwhile, let us abolish the ticking of time's clock with one blow. Come closer.

I want to dance, laugh, eat pink cakes, yellow cakes, drink thin, sharp wine. Or an indecent story, now - I could relish that. The older one grows the more one likes indecency.

When shall we be free? When shall we live adventurously, wholly, not like cripples in a cave?