#forbid

We must have constantly present in our minds the difference between independence and liberty. Liberty is a right of doing whatever the laws permit, and if a citizen could do what they forbid he would no longer be possessed of liberty. ↗

— Charles Louis de Secondat Montesquieu

#citizen #constantly #could #difference #doing

We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us. ↗

— Ovid

#denied #ever #forbidden #striving #us

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us. ↗

— Francois Rabelais

#denied #desire #forbidden #long #things

The Southern slave would obey God in respect to marriage, and also to the reading and studying of His word. But this, as we have seen, is forbidden him. ↗

— Gerrit Smith

#forbidden #god #him #his #marriage

It must always be remembered that what the Constitution forbids is not all searches and seizures, but unreasonable searches and seizures. ↗

— Potter Stewart

#constitution #forbids #must #remembered #searches

Never can the innate power of a work be hidden or locked away. A work of art can be forgotten by time; it can be forbidden and rejected but the elemental will always prevail over the ephemeral. ↗

— Stefan Zweig

#art #away #elemental #ephemeral #forbidden

I myself believe that there will one day be time travel because when we find that something isn't forbidden by the over-arching laws of physics we usually eventually find a technological way of doing it. ↗

— David Deutsch

#believe #day #doing #eventually #find

There are no things man was not meant to know. There are, perhaps, things man is too dumb to figure out, but that's a different problem. ↗

— Michael Kurland

#humor #logic #science #humor

You’re home,” he whispered into her temple. “No matter what happens, you will always be home. I love you, Ams. ↗

— Airicka Phoenix

#young-adult-paranormal #young-adult-romance #love

I finally found my way to the Really Restricted Section, where they keep the kind of books most scholars aren't even supposed to know exist. I knocked on the closed door, said the proper passwords, and the door opened before me. I walked in, and the ghost of the Head Librarian, a thin, dusty presence, with dark eyes and a disapproving look, appeared before me, blocking my way. (He had been eaten by a book, then brought back by the other books, apparently because they approved of him. Because even though he didn't have much time for people, he loved books.) ↗

— Simon R. Green

#eaten-by-a-book #forbidden-books #ghosts #librarians #libraries