#den

There is a yearning that is as spiritual as it is sensual. Even when it degenerates into addiction, there is something salvageable from the original impulse that can only be described as sacred. Something in the person (dare we call it a soul?) wants to be free, and it seeks its freedom any way it can. ... There is a drive for transcendence that is implicit in even the most sensual of desires. ↗

— Mark Epstein

#buddhism #desire #freedom #suffering #transcendence

There shall come a day when Birds shall be free... :) and humans will see... ↗

— K. Hari Kumar

#cage #caged-bird #free #freedom #freedom-of-thought

[I]n the end this shall be for me sufficient, that a marble stone shall declare that a Queen, having reigned such a time, lived and died a virgin. ↗

— Elizabeth I Tudor

#dignity #freedom #good-governance #government #independence

America... goes not abroad, in search of monsters to destroy. She is the well-wisher to the freedom and independence of all. ↗

— John Quincy Adams

#imperialism #independence #isolationism #liberty #noninterventionism

Freedom has its life in the hearts, the actions, the spirit of men and so it must be daily earned and refreshed - else like a flower cut from its life-giving roots, it will wither and die. ↗

— Dwight D. Eisenhower

#inspirational #patriotic-freedom #presidential #freedom

To know your soul is your own, that's what counts. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#independence #individuality #freedom

I Google myself to find out who I am as a person. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#google #identity-crisis #person #funny

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ... ↗

— William Shakespeare

#blessings #empowerment #freedom #happiness #husbands

The Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as free lances Advances towards its end; The earth compels, upon it Sonnets and birds descend; And soon, my friend, We shall have no time for dances. The sky was good for flying Defying the church bells And every evil iron Siren and what it tells: The earth compels, We are dying, Egypt, dying And not expecting pardon, Hardened in heart anew, But glad to have sat under Thunder and rain with you, And grateful too For sunlight on the garden. ↗

— Louis MacNeice

#flying #freedom #garden #sunlight #freedom

Wearing nothing but sweats and a sheer coat of lip gloss, she wiggle through her frosted window and jumped six feet to freedom, feeling more charged than a Visa card at Christmas time. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#excitement #forbidden #sneaking-out #freedom