Quotes About Liberation

The true value of a human being is determined primarily by the measure and the sense in which he has obtained liberation from self.

But our fear and our rejection does not take away from truth, and truth is what the Bible instructs us to know in order that we may be free.

She knew that the freedom was in herself, just as the prison had been.

it's amazing what passing the half-century mark does to free one to be eccentric.

It is only after slavery and prison that the sweetest appreciation of freedom can come.

Liberate yourself from unconstructive beliefs forced upon you by others for imprisonment sake. Allow into this space a new-fangled reality which warrant viewpoints increasing a new understanding.

One, two, three, Im gon be crazy and free.

There is an angel within you waiting to be released.

If you are in a prison of fear ... break out!

To take control of your life ... just let go!

Ultimately we know deeply that the other side of every fear is freedom.

True teaching liberates the student from his teacher.

Only great pain is, as the teacher of great suspicion, the ultimate liberator of the spirit...I doubt whether such pain improves us-but I do know it deepens us.

Whoever teaches without emancipating stultifies.

If technology does not liberate all people for the pursuit of higher aspirations in human achievement, then all its technical potential will be meaningless.

that one could grant freedom by imposing subjugation? that one could open a cage by pushing it inside a bigger cage? How could any section of a people hope to achieve freedom where the entirety of a populace was held in subjection?

La tragedia de los hombres, decía Shaltiel, no estriba en que los perseguidos y los oprimidos aspiren a liberarse y a hacerse respetar. No. La maldad está en que los oprimidos, en lo más profundo de sus corazones, realmente sueñan en convertirse en opresores de sus opresores. Los perseguidos anhelan ser perseguidores. Los siervos sueñan con ser amos.

I wanted to go free, to be liberated once and for all from these two enemies, the body and the soul. I wanted to be a cloud. To be a stone on the surface of the moon.

Our soul, as bird, escapéd is out of the fowler's snare: the snare asunder broken is; and we delivered are. —Psalm 124, Verse 7 The Bay Psalm Book,* 1640

No man and woman know what will be born in the darkness of their intermingling; so much besides children, so many invisible births, exchanges of soul and character, blossoming of unknown selves, liberation of hidden treasures, buried fantasies...

To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. Nothing else affects me. Small doses, moderate loves, all the demi-teintes – all these leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat… sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I'm neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained. I feel like a jungle animal who is escaping captivity.

Touched bottom again. Decided to liberate myself... We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

to press me hotly, and we dance, sexes soldered, hot, burning, saying: Open your legs, God, I want you like hell, I could take you right here. Whore, whore, whore at last.

Anaïs, you've started the sap flowing. I am not responsible for what I say or do any more.