Quotes About Liberation

a woman who'd come of age in the 1990s mentioned "the unfinished business" of the sexual revolution: "What went wrong?" Even without a backlash, what went wrong is what always does: capitalism bit down, absorbed the liberationist impulse, mass-produced the sex but everywhere devalued knowledge, meaningful education, manifold reality; and liberationist forces were too besieged or internally at odds to withstand

Do not get glum when you are no longer understood, little book. Do not curse your fate. Do not reach up from readers' laps and punch the readers' noses. Rejoice, little book! For on that day, we will be free

I'd decided to start campaigning for a woman's right to marry her vibrator.

I suspected that she was an inch away from running around with her shirt off too.

He laughs, in the way that I have come to admire–as if there are no fences holding him back, as if pure glee could paint all the walls of the world in a single coat.

When life is a cell, there is nothing more liberating than captivity.

They soar, they are somewhere mid-flight, The words of love and liberation And I'm succumbing to stage-fright, My lips – ice cold in trepidation. But soon, where birches, thin and humble, Caress the windows with their leaves, - The voice of the unseen will rumble And roses will be tied in wreaths.

This way I prayed: "Slake the dumb thirst Of singing with a sweet libation!" But to the earthling of the earth There can be no liberation. Like smoke from sacrifice, that it could not Fly Strength- and Glory-ward -- alas - But only clouded at the feet And, as if praying, kissed the grass. Thus I, O Lord, before thee bow: Will reach the fire of the sky My lashes that are closed for now And muteness utter and divine?

There are few situations in life which are more difficult to cope with than an adolescent son or daughter during the attempt to liberate themselves.

In Dresden once, on a bridge over the river Elbe, I saw a plaque commemorating the liberation of the East Germans from their Nazi oppressors by their brothers the Russians

Month after month, the Russians, bearing the brunt of war, had waited. The Anglo-American landing did not come until June 6, 1944, when the Russian army had already liberated most of the USSR and was driving across Poland. Many Russians had bitterly wondered whether the Allies delayed so that Russia might take the loss, and landed at last in Normandy because they could not afford to let Russians take Berlin alone.

Sequence wants to be free.

Thank heaven, I am free and safe at last!

So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. JOHN 8:36

The sun glistened on a drop of water as it fell from his hand to his knee. David wiped it off, but it left no tidemark: there was no more dirt to rub away. He took a deep breath and shivered. He was David. Everything else was washed away, the camp, its smell, its touch--and now he was David, his own master, free--free as long as he could remain so.

When my parents were liberated, four years before I was born, they found that the ordinary world outside the camp had been eradicated. There was no more simple meal, no thing was less than extraordinary: a fork, a mattress, a clean shirt, a book. Not to mention such things that can make one weep: an orange, meat and vegetables, hot water. There was no ordinariness to return to, no refuge from the blinding potency of things, an apple screaming its sweet juice.

Et, figurez-vous que je danse aussi! Et je me contrefiche d'avoir l'air d'un ours ou d'un hippopotame, vous devriez essayer. Même si on ne rattrape jamais le temps perdu, on peut décider de ne plus en perdre.

Belief in karma ought to make the life pure, strong, serene, and glad. Only our own deeds can hinder us; only our own will can fetter us. Once let men recognize this truth, and the hour of their liberation has struck. Nature cannot enslave the soul that by wisdom has gained power and uses both in love.

We sure liberated the hell out of this place.

That profound night freedom was agreeable and exciting.

As I get older, the book projects are - liberating is one word, but they really are me.

Bolivar's legacy has always been a part of the Venezuelan/Latin American imagery, especially in the countries that he liberated or he helped to liberate. He's been a very prominent figure.

Come, God -- Bromius, Bacchus, Dionysus -- burst into life, burst into being, be a mighty bull, a hundred-headed snake, a fire-breathing lion. Burst into smiling life, oh Bacchus!

Praise to God! Bless ye the Tyrant's fall!