Best 5891 quotes in «freedom quotes» category

She had all day every day to figure out some decent and satisfying way to live, and yet all she ever seemed to get for all her choices and all her freedom was more miserable. The autobiographer is almost forced to the conclusion that she pitied herself for being so free.

She had felt, finally, as if she could speak without immediately bumping into the hard shell of her sheltered life, as it she suddenly saw that the solid walls penning her in were actually bars, with spaces between them wide enough to slip through.

She is a rare soul, she has this infectious energy that makes you want to run next to her, she belonged to no one but herself & to anyone that was yet understand themselves, found the missing pieces in her presence.

she is free her home is wherever she wants it to be because true security can only be found within herself

She is intent on pleasing the men that frighten her.

She is my superhero, that kind of a superhero whom you’ll never watch in movies or read about in novels and fairytales. Her heart is her forever superpower, no matter how many times it has been shattered still it can love and give endlessly. She walks with so much pride as if she has never fallen for thousands times , and she brightens up my world each morning as if she hasn’t been crying her heart out all night before she sleeps, and if this can’t be so much admirable then I don’t know what’s worth admiring anymore …

She never married,' Pellicorne says. 'A waste.' For some of us, Nella thinks, it's a waste to be married.

She probably had all the time in the world, Therese thought, probably did nothing all day but what she felt like doing.

She's a gypsy girl living in a materialistic world, Unattached to most things but in love with life itself.

She's a she-wolf. Her nature demands she's dominated, even if she tries to fight it. She'll listen to an amount of force – positive force, not negative force. But leave the run wide open with no boundaries and she won't listen to you at all. All she'll listen to is the call of freedom, even if it leads her straight into a trap. Stop thinking like a human. She's a wolf.

She's a sucker for freedom and wildness but doesn't mind being a slave to her curiosity

She stood, a little unsteadily, true, but on her own two feet. “It’s not my blindness that cripples me, it’s everyone else deciding I can’t live because of my blindness. If I stumble, if I run into things and fall and hurt myself it’s because I can and I’m free to do so, Maximus. Because without that freedom I’m just a dull, chained thing and I won’t be that woman anymore. I simply won’t, Maximus.

She wanted to be free, and if she could never be free, at least she wanted to be brave - brave enough not to sell herself, no matter what the payment, or the cost of refusing.

She was a free bird: queen of the world and laughing.

She was always fighting a battle but her smile would never tell you so.

She wanted to talk about it, to tell the peasants in the fields and the nobles in their palashos—the cows in the pastures, the very birds in the air— that everything was nothing. It was a delightful thought because it meant (to Tess) that one was free to choose, or decline to choose, without shame or coercion. For someone who was nothing, anything was possible.

She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.

She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

She was, I saw, goading herself on: she wanted to Traverse boundaries, as though to prove to herself that she was free.

She wasn't the kind of lady that depended on a man and I think that's what made her so irrestible to them, any man she had loved; she wanted ~ and the men that loved her back couldn't handle not being needed, so she showed them the door and grew her own wings as they walked out. Love to her isn't a maybe thing, nor is it attachment and any man whom thinks he will ever own her would be best not to try at all.

She was overwhelmed, not merely by the house. It was the freedom of the moment, where she was no longer playing her roles of a mother, a wife. Now, at this moment, in the middle of nowhere, she was just an ordinary woman.

She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly

She whispers in my ear with the most perfect voice I have ever heard. She says her name is freedom. She says it's time.

She wondered what it would be like to fly, to feel the air, cold and bracing on your face, to be able to spread wings whenever you felt cornered, to have the power to distance yourself at will, weightless, and safely out of reach.

She would only let you know her, little by little ~ never giving too much away but willing to share the small parts that make up her life, she falls slowly like that ~ love isn't a maybe thing in her eyes & her heart is the prize, she knows her worth and she will withstand the wait.

Show me the person ready to step from any, let it be the narrowest, sect of Christian Pharisees into a freer and holier air, and I shall look to find in that person the one of that sect who, in the midst of its darkness and selfish worldliness, mistaken for holiness, has been living a life more obedient than the rest.

Sí, dijo Pereira, pero si ellos tuvieran razón mi vida no tendría sentido, no tendría sentido haber estudiado Letras en Coimbra y haber creído siempre que la literatura era la cosa más importante del mundo, no tendría sentido que yo dirija la página cultural de ese periódico vespertino en el que no puedo expresar mi opinión y en el que tengo que publicar cuentos del siglo XIX francés, ya nada tendría sentido, y es de eso de lo que siento deseos de arrepentirme, como si yo fuera otra persona y no el Pereira que ha sido siempre periodista, como si tuviera que renegar de algo.

Sicherheit ist die gut ausbalancierte Freiheit aller.

Silence leads to acceptance, which leads to liberation. All of our conditioning is then suspended; so, too, are morals, manners, even simple courtesy. Dogmas, rules, commandments, churches, political parties, opinions, doctrines, ideologies, and gurus fall away. All that remains is reality. All that remains is truth. How free we suddenly feel!

Si hablas con la gente, sin embargo, verás que la mayoría tiene mucha más conciencia de lo que limita su libertad que de la libertad misma. Te dirán: "¿Libertad? ¿Pero de qué libertad me hablas? ¿Cómo vamos a ser libres, si nos comen el coco desde la televisión, si los gobernantes nos engañan y nos manipulan, si los terroristas nos amenazan, si las drogas nos esclavizan, y si además me falta dinero para comprarme una moto, que es lo que yo quisiera?" En cuanto te fijes un poco, verás que los que así hablan parece que se están quejando pero en realidad se encuentran muy satisfechos de saber que no son libres. En el fondo piensan: "¡Uf! ¡Menudo peso nos hemos quitado de encima! Como no somos libres, no podemos tener la culpa de lo que nos ocurra..." Pero yo soy seguro de que nadie -nadie- cree de verdad que no es libre, nadie acepta sin más que funciona como un mecanismo inexorable de relojería o como una termita. Uno puede considerar que optar libremente por ciertas cosas en ciertas circunstancias es muy difícil [...] y que es mejor decir que no hay libertad para no reconocer que libremente se prefiere lo más fácil [...]. Pero dentro de las tripas algo insiste en decirnos: "Si tú hubieras querido...".

Sikken et arbejde! Alt var gennemsyret af hykleri og løgne. Selv de allermest banale ord og bevægelser var masker, forklædninger, det rene karneval. Og hvad var der blevet af vores fantasi i alt det? Skåret godt og grundigt ned! Selv børnenes fantasi var næsten væk for at der kunne blive plads for den færdigpakkede fantasi, de blev fodret med i skolen og hjemme. For ved at tale til dem, som jeg gjorde, ved at klæde dem på, som jeg gjorde, ved at leve, som vi gjorde, påtvang jeg dem mine love og regler, mine ideer, min smag. Jeg blev klar over, at jeg var dårlig til at lytte til dem, lyttede meget lidt til dem, og at jeg derfor kendte dem dårligt. Takket være dem begyndte jeg igen at lære at gå, at tale, at skrive, at læse, at regne, at le, at elske, at lege. Det var utroligt spændende, mine dage var alt for korte! Sikken et virvar! Alle døre stod åbne, alle fortøjninger var kastet! SIKKEN EN LYKKE!

Silence is a cage. These words are my keys.

Silence is a cage. These words are my wings.

Silence. Montag sat like a carved white stone. The echo of the final hammer on his skull died slowly away into the black cavern where Faber waited for the echoes to subside. And then when the startled dust had settled down about Montag's mind, Faber began, softly, "All right, he's had his say. You must take it in. I'll say my say, too, in the next hours. And you'll take it in. And you'll try to judge them and make your decisions as to which way to jump, or fall. But I want it to be your decision, not mine, and not the Captain's. But remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy to truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you now to know with which ear you'll listen.

Silence gives you freedom to talk with yourself fearlessly

Silence gives you freedom to talk yourself fearlessly

Şimdi dikenler, şurada, ayağımın dibinde, iri şimşirler gibi güzel, etli, usareyle dolu fakat hareketsizdiler. Yerlerinden kımıldamıyorlardı, çünkü henüz ağustos başlarındaydık. Bir aya kadar onlarla birlikte koşacak mıydık? Nereye götürdüklerini, nereye gittiklerini öğrenecek miydim? Çoğunun bir sobada çatırtılarla yanıp kül olduğunu biliyordum. Ama ya ötekiler? Ya o 'macera yaratanlar?' Onlar bir çocuğun gözlerine hangi memleketleri gösterirlerdi; bazılarının talihlerini değiştirmeyi nasıl başarırlardı? Bana çılgınlıklar anlatacak, yalan söylese de zararı yok, bir parça hayal kurmama, cesaret göstermeme olanak verecek biriyle konuşmayı ne kadar istiyordum! Dikenlerse hayal ve cesaretten, insanı sahip olduğu şeyleri, olabileceği şeylere fedaya çağıran bir davetten ibarettir: Bu şeyler elde bulunanlardan daha beter olsalar da ne çıkar? Bütün yeryüzünü sevenler için, olduğu yerde çürümekten daha kötü ne vardır?

Simplicity gives you the power of freedom. Kindness gives you the power of boldness. Humility gives you the power of acceptance.

Since, in our societies, a gendered division of labor still predominates which confers a male twist on basic liberal categories (autonomy, public activity, competition) and relegates women to the private sector of family solidarity, liberalism itself, in its opposition to private and public, harbors male dominance. Furthermore, it is only modern Western capital culture for which autonomy and individual freedom stand higher than collective solidarity, connection, responsibility for dependent others, the duty to respect the customs of one's community. Liberalism itself thus privileges a certain culture: the modern Western one. As to freedom of choice, liberalism is also marked by a strong bias. It is intolerant when individuals of other cultures are not given freedom of choice-as is evident in issues such as clitoridechtomy, child brideship, infanticide, polygamy, and incest. However, it ignores the tremendous pressure which, for example, compels women in out liberal societies to undergo such procedures as plastic surgery, cosmetic implants, and Botox injections to remain competitive in the sex markets.

Since the general civilization of mankind, I believe there are more instances of the abridgment of the freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachments of those in power, than by violent and sudden usurpations.

Since man always remains free and since his freedom is always fragile, the kingdom of good will never be definitively established in this world. Anyone who promises the better world that is guaranteed to last forever is making a false promise; he is overlooking human freedom. Freedom must be constantly won over for the cause of good. Free assent to the good never exists simply by itself. If there were structures which could irrevocably guarantee a determined and good state of the world, man's freedom would be denied, and hence they would not be good structures at all.

Singers provide all the proof that we have souls.

Simplicity is NOT boring. Simplicity is not self-denial. It is an indulgence, providing you with a wealth of time and space. Simplicity IS discerning the essential from the unessential. Simplicity is having room for the unexpected. It is savoring life. Most of all, simplicity is freedom: It's freedom to choose what you want in your life because you're not letting in everything that shows up. It's freedom to do what you want because you're not already committed to more obligations than you can handle and the maintenance of more objects than you'll ever use.

Sir, if you are as powerful as I feel that you are, and as inclined toward us as you seem to be, endeavor to do something for us, so that we might do something for ourselves. We are ready, sir; are angry, are capable, our hopes are coiled up so tight as to be deadly, or holy: turn us loose, sir, let us at it, let us show what we can do. --thomas havens

Si tratta di valori[i diritti umani]che non possono essere imposti da truppe straniere. Nessuna nazione può donare la libertà a un'altra. la libertà è un bene che deve essere conquistato dal popolo, un seme che crese e dà frutti solo quando viene piantato nel terreno e innaffiato dalle lacrime e dal sangue.

Slavery all day, and then, suddenly, by nightfall- freedom!

Slavery remains rife, the shackles are just different. Labels and desires have replaced the cuffs and chains.

Slaves do not have the bravery of free men.

Slow rush up the body, covered in goosebumps, staying awake because of a choice that was made, a chose that is not one of worth but infect one of pure satisfaction.When you acept elixiring as style of life, it reveals you to yourself and all your inner angels but also demons lying beneth a smile suddenly rises and yes mostly off a simple singel smile. A smile that smiles through the pain not letting any sign of lack self confidence out, smiling soundless and emotionalless keeping everything inside scared of facing the truth and what lies beneath it, preferring a easier way out making an escape from the human body and mind entering a new perspective of life but never be fooled always have in mind,If it’s perfect, it’s to good to be true nothing can make all the pain go away pain only the escape from reality.

Slaves are governed by the fear of man, and, whenever the fear of man replaces the fear of God in a society, slavery reappears and increases.