Quotes About Emancipation

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

It's one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself, to forgive. Forgive everybody.

I'm done biting my tounge...Im letting it all out.

There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there, that stirs the yearning for solitary wings.

They can't conspect you for anything! You taste that? That's freedom!

Before you can break out of prison, you must realize you are locked up.

I wait for the day when life isn't about being locked up inside yourself, but throwing yourself out into the wind and flying.

Divorce hadn't devastated her. She'd felt awful for her son, but God, she'd felt free, and she'd hoped that a happy mom was more important for Sawyer than a married one.

nothing is more precious than independence and freedom...

Art seems to be the only place we can liberate our many selves.

No particular reason for anything. ~I'm free~ And that is the main thing.

If we could only snap the fetters of the body that bind the feet of the soul, we shall experience a great joy. Then we shall not be miserable because of the body's sufferings. We shall become free.

In their emancipation women are losing what has always made them emotionally superior to men, their tenderness and essential warmth of heart. It's happening, Jill girl. And men are getting so they don't care, and when that attitude comes to full flower we'll maybe have another Roman holiday on our hands, and another age of glory lost under a pall of ashes—

Let go of him, for cryin' out loud!

The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

If she would work he wouldn't have to keep her in the house. She wouldn't be crazy, and she could tell him to go to hell. Did you ever think about that, my brilliant daughter? That maybe she's crazy because she can't tell him to go to hell? When a woman can't tell a man to go to hell, I have noticed, she is often crazy.

As Anton Chekhov so memorably put it, 'Others made me a slave but I must squeeze the slave out of me drop by drop.

A slave that understands his position and struggles against is a revolutionary. A slave that doesn't understand that he is enslaved and vegetates in silent, unconscious and speechless life, is just a slave. A slave that salivates when complacently describing delights of slave life and that is enraptured by good and kind master is a cad, a serf.

Notwithstanding all the laws emancipating woman, she continues to be a domestic slave, because petty housework crushes, strangles, stultifies and degrades her, chains her to the kitchen and the nursery, and she wastes her labour on barbarously unproductive, petty, nerve?racking, stultifying and crushing drudgery.

Only the proletariat—by virtue of the economic role it plays in large-scale production—is capable of being the leader of all the working and exploited people, whom the bourgeoisie exploit, oppress and crush, often not less but more than they do the proletarians, but who are incapable of waging an independent struggle for their emancipation.

Man is free at the moment he wishes to be.

Perhaps crossing the barriers of time has freed me.

When you forgive someone, you slice away the wrong from the person who did it. You disengage that person from his hurtful act.