Quotes About Slave

The dearest ambition of a slave is not liberty, but to have a slave of his own.

He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

I desire Virtue, though I love her not- I have no faith in her when she is got: I fear that she will bind and make me slave And send me songless to the sullen grave.

I grieved, but a part of me felt a lightening of a burden that I had carried all my life: that I could never be worthy of them, that I would always disappoint or fail them. As an unknown slave in the fields of the baron, I knew the worst was over. I had failed them. At least I could not do so again

And to the slave, the master's way of life represents the ideal free lifestyle.

I should never have confessed my rank, I thought. Better to be a living slave than a dead ealdorman.

Don't do that! I am a fellow slave with you and your brothers who have the testimony about Jesus. Worship God. Revelation 19:10

O perfect Lamb of Passover, Let me not quickly run. Recount to me the blessed plot, Tell how the plan was spun That I, a slave of Egypt's lusts, A prisoner of dark dread, Could be condemned unto a cross And find You nailed instead.

Homelessness is the actor's fate; physical incapacity to attain what is most required and desired by such a spirit as I am a slave to.

So much is man the slave of his heart that he will shut his eyes to what does not please him and believe all that he hopes.

She said it again, I'm tired. She wanted me to tell her it was all right, to get her spirit and go on, but I couldn't say it. I told her, Course you're tired. You worked hard your whole life. That's all you did was work. Don't you remember me for that. Don't you remember I'm a slave and work hard. When you think of me, you say, she never belong to those people. She never belong to nobody but herself. She closed her eyes. You remember that. I will, mauma.

The wind whipped up and I listened for ship sails snapping in the harbor cross the road, a place I'd smelled on the breeze, but never seen. The sails would go off like whips cracking and all us would listen to see was it some slave getting flogged in a neighbor-yard or was it ships making ready to leave. You found out when the screams started up or not.

I no longer draw up maps – and maps are a Cartographer's love letters to Caverna, his way of serving and worshipping her. She is in my thoughts all the time, but I am no longer her slave." "Then you still . . . love her?" asked Neverfell, struggling with the notion. "More than ever," her companion answered softly.

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?

Such a faith would be fatal to my reason, to my liberty, and even to the success of my undertakings; it would immediately transform me into a stupid slave, an instrument of the will and interests of others.

To practice death is to practice freedom. A man who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave.

How often since that time has the recollection of his paternal counsels occured to me, while lying in a slave hut in the distant and sickly regions of Louisiana, smarting with the undeserved wounds which an inhuman master had inflicted, and longing only for the grave which had covered him, to shield me also from the lash of the oppressor.

The child is father to the man," and with such training, whatever may be his natural disposition, it cannot well be otherwise than that, on arriving at maturity, the sufferings and miseries of the slave will be looked upon with entire indifference.

no one would have pity on the foolish slave of his own pity.

The Old English word for a slave was thrall, which is why when we are enslaved by an emotion we are enthralled.

So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterwards you went about numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state.

So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state.

Perhaps the young actor was bound in service to the magician, even belonged to him, was a slave, as Shaina herself was a slave.