Best 5891 quotes in «freedom quotes» category

I'm alert, full of purpose, free. An few the first time in a long time, I can breathe.

I’m an observer. I am fascinated by people and how their minds work (and, of course, my own). Why we are the way we are, why we do the things we do – and that interest drives my writing. I was a physicist before fiction claimed my soul, so I’m an experimenter. I’m open to different ways of thinking. I like exaggerating, making things up. I’m a very open, honest person in life and that’s the way it should be, but when it comes to fiction, I want to pour a few sharp objects into the comfort zone. Our fears are powerful, yet we’ve all got a desire to laugh and be entertained. I could have followed the same path I do now as a scientist, examining how the brain works. Ironically I get much more freedom to experiment as a writer. That’s why I love it.

Im a strong girl Someday i will win the world Yes I will smile in the wrong time I wont do what has to be done Or what the world supposes me to have done Ill just do what I want Drop out from crowd Pretend to fall where i dont Smile even when not all is good Believe what should not Dream wild Look observe and not harm Coz i just live Let me live Dont put me in a category or a class I am as light as a glass This world this beautiful world Oh how complex has it been made by us Just look at the bird soaring in the blue sky Does it even care Does it even care?

I'm convinced that the greatest lover of freedom & liberty is God almighty himself. He gave us free will, the greatest liberty of all.

I may not be free, but I’m not about to surrender the illusion of choice.

I'm drawn to the 1950s for lots of reasons - everything from the fashion to the increasing sense of freedom and modernity that builds throughout the decade.

I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free?

I’m glad to be eating the bread of freedom even if it does taste like sponge buttered with greasy salt.

[I]m Hain des Tempels und im Schatten der Zitadelle habe ich die Freiesten unter euch ihre Freiheit als Joch und Handschellen tragen sehen.

I might be broke but I am not Broken

I'm happy as I am, and love my liberty too well to be in a hurry to give it up for any mortal man.

I'm grateful for the dark shadow that is constantly following me... It reminds me always of the Loving Light that shines upon my face.

Im Kampf gegen den Terror zählt [...] die Freiheit des Einzelnen wenig.

I missed the war and the freedom that came with it. When you are that close to death, you feel free. Every breath you take could be your last. So you inhale and savor each breath, try not to think about your death even though signs of it are all around you. The freedom comes from knowing that if anybody gives you crap, you can eliminate them and the situation. Just shoot and get it over with.

I'm not a girl that will lay in diamonds but I will run through the flowers of the seeds we plant together.

I'm me," she whispered. "Me" Nel didn't know quite what she meant, but on the other hand she knew exactly what she meant. "I'm me. I'm not their daughter. I'm not Nel. I'm me. Me." Every time she said the word me there was a gathering in her like power, like joy, like fear. Back in bed with her discovery, she stared out the window at the dark leaves of the horse chestnut. "Me," she murmured. And then, sinking deeper into the quilts, "I want... I want to be... wonderful. Oh, Jesus, make me wonderful.

I'm not quite sure what freedom is, but i know damn well what it ain't. How have we gotten so silly, i wonder.

I'm not here to win the rat race of materialism. I am here to experience the depths of my soul in form.

I'm not saying that owning a house makes life into some kind of blissful paradise; simply that it makes the difference between freedom and enslavement.

I’m not sure of anything,” she said. “Which is almost wonderful.

I'm not working for MONEY, I'm working for my FREEDOM.

Imprisoned peace sets the war free

Improving the world can be a nasty and ugly and difficult and dangerous business...because when you improve the world, you threaten the entrenched interests of evil people.

I'm Thankful in the knowledge that EVERY moment of this Life has happened For Me... Not one moment has happened TO me.

I`m stuck I`m here on the inside Longing to be seen on the outside Wanting to step up not ready to step out Finding my feet but unable to walk Knowing my song yet cannot sing Filled with LOVE ready to share Healed on the outside still scarred on the inside Feeling my passion bursting to be expressed Trusting my SOUL with EGO still present Aware of the TRUTH yet lying to myself Ready to change I must LET GO If I let go who will catch me Confined by FEAR beliefs and thoughts I hold myself prisoner I am stuck where is the KEY to set myself FREE

I’m the book lady. With the bag. I’ve secured Botha The book and the bag.

I must return to my freedom which I now realise is something so essential that it makes my love for you seem like death.

In a conservative courtly culture an artist of his (Rembrandt's) kind would perhaps never made a name for himself at all, but, once recognized, he would probably have been able to hold his own better than in liberal middle-class Holland, where he was allowed to develop in freedom, but which broke him when he refused to submit any longer. The spiritual existence of the artist is always in danger; neither an authoritarian nor a liberal order of society is entirely free from peril for him; the one gives him less freedom, the other less security. There are artists who feel safe only when they are free, but there are also such as can breathe freely only when they are secure. The seventeenth century was, at any rate, one of the period furthest removed from the ideal of synthesis of freedom and security.

In accordance with the prevailing conceptions in the U.S., there is no infringement on democracy if a few corporations control the information system: in fact, that is the essence of democracy. In the Annals of the American Academy of Political and Social Science, the leading figure of the public relations industry, Edward Bernays, explains that “the very essence of the democratic process” is “the freedom to persuade and suggest,” what he calls “the engineering of consent.” “A leader,” he continues, “frequently cannot wait for the people to arrive at even general understanding … Democratic leaders must play their part in … engineering … consent to socially constructive goals and values,” applying “scientific principles and tried practices to the task of getting people to support ideas and programs”; and although it remains unsaid, it is evident enough that those who control resources will be in a position to judge what is “socially constructive,” to engineer consent through the media, and to implement policy through the mechanisms of the state. If the freedom to persuade happens to be concentrated in a few hands, we must recognize that such is the nature of a free society.

In a labyrinth, every step is wasted which does not lead out of the labyrinth.

In a democracy, there will be more complaints but less crisis, in a dictatorship more silence but much more suffering.

In a democracy, when the traffic light is red for freedoms, don’t ever stop, don’t ever wait! Refuse the red light, ignore it, break the rules and move forward! It is always legitimate to challenge fascism for every nation in the world as long as this challenge is nonviolent! Because violence means using the same vulgar, the same evil methods of fascism! Don’t behave like a dog when fighting against a dog!

In a job you trade your freedom and time for money.

In alien lands I keep the body Of ancient native rites and things: I gladly free a little birdie At celebration of the spring. I'm now free for consolation, And thankful to almighty Lord: At least, to one of his creations I've given freedom in this world!

In anger, I have lived more fully, freely, intensely, sensitively, and politically.

In another generation the voice of the majority, the blind, brute force of numbers, will rule everything on Earth. What government there may be will be a mere matter of counting heads. Individual freedom will by swift degrees vanish from the Earth, and human society will become a huge machine, grinding all men down to the same level until the monotony of life becomes unendurable.

In a society of increasingly mass-produced, assembly-line entertainment, where every individual is treated like an empty pitcher to be filled from above, jazz retains something of the spirit of the handicrafts of yesteryear. The print of the human spirit warms it. Deep down, jazz expresses the enforced & compassionate attitudes of a minority group and may well appeal to us because we all have blue moods and, in a fundamental sense, none of us is wholly free.

In Advaita Vedanta, and in many other ancient wisdom traditions, the world is said to be an illusion. This illusion is commonly referred to as maya, a Sanskrit name which refers to the apparent, or objective reality which is superimposed on the ultimate reality in order to generate the phenomena of what we call the material world. Maya is the magic by which we create duality—by which we create two worlds from one. This creation is an illusory creation—it is not real—it is an imaginary manifestation of the one Universal Consciousness, appearing as all of the various phenomena in objective reality. Maya is God’s, or Consciousness’s, creative power of emptying or reflecting itself into all things and thus creating all things—the power of subjectivity to take on objective appearance.

In appearance, the worldly life looks attractive, but once you enter into it, you can never become free.

In a state which is really articulated rationally all the laws and organizations are nothing but a realization of freedom in its essential characteristics. When this is the case, the individual’s reason finds in these institutions, only the actuality of his own essence, and if he obeys these laws, he coincides, not with something alien to himself, but simply with what is his own. Freedom of choice, of course, is often equally called ‘freedom’; but freedom of choice is only non-rational freedom, choice and self-determination issuing not from the rationality of the will but from fortuitous impulses and their dependence on sense and the external world.

In a way the better the master;the worse the condition of slave,because it makes him forget what he is.

In a pine tree, A few yards away from my window sill, A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and down, On a branch. I laugh, as I see him abandon himself To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do That the branch will not break.

In a revolution of consciousness the windows slowly become mirrors. We will see that there was only an illusion of freedom and at the same time we are forced to look at ourselves and contemplate the consequences of our own actions.

In dealing with us, God always starts with our motives. What do you want for the people? What does God wants for his people? What do you want Him to do for you; that's is a starting place.

Independence is counterfeit freedom. We think if we can make all our own choices and do our own thing, we will be free. But the opposite is true. By trying to be independent, we are attempting to take God’s place as the ruler of our lives. We can never succeed at creating happiness because we are the created, not the Creator.

Individuals can only volunteer their will. The collective has no rights if not by the use of force and coercion. Collectivism is not a collection of individuals; It is the complete denial of the individual and its rights. Socialism is not cooperation of individuals; it is the denial of individual rights and individual dignity.

Individuals have rights and there are things no person or group may do to them (without violating their rights).

In einem freien Staat müssen Zunge und Meinung frei sein.

I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.

I never knew I liked to be outside so much. I never knew I liked lochs and views and that, but I could seriously handle living in a cottage by the side of somewhere like this." The Panopticon