#freedom

I hold life sacred, even more since I’ve tasted freedom,... But I've lost my fear of death... But if you join me, I will gladly give my life for you. Because this land and its people have lost too much. ↗

— Lily Blake

#land #life #nationalism #suffer #death

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it’s death. ↗

— David Levithan

#freedom #life #death

I Became a free woman when I decided to stop dreaming, freedom that is waiting for nothing .. and anticipation is a state of slavery" - Ahlam (Chaos of the Senses) ↗

— Ahlam Mosteghanemi

#freedom-of-choice #women #women-s-strength #women-writers #dreams

It is when one begins to lose the consciousness of freedom, and when the idea of necessity enters the world at all, when there is any hurry or strain anywhere, a letter to be written or a train to catch, when you have got to work, to make the horses of the dream gallop, or to make the rifles go off, that the dream is declining, and turning into the nightmare, which belongs to the poorest and most vulgar class of dreams. ↗

— Karen Blixen

#dreams #fear #freedom #nightmares #dreams

secrecy is the freedom tyrants dream of ↗

— Bill Moyers

#dreams

Man is born violent but is kept in check by the people around him. If he nevertheless manages to throw off his fetters, he can count on applause, for everyone recognizes himself in him. Deeply ingrained, nay, buried dreams come true. The unlimited radiates its magic even upon crime, which, not coincidentally, is the main source of entertainment in Eumeswil. I, as an anarch, not uninterested but disinterested, can understand that. Freedom has a wide range and more facets than a diamond. ↗

— Ernst Jünger

#crime #ernst-jünger #freedom #violence #dreams

But the death of spirit goes by another name. It is usually called the birth of reason. The dreams of reason are, at this late date, everywhere to be seen, much like headstones in a cemetery. The inertia of a standard which prunes every tree to the dimensions of a utility pole will, with the same determination, core the heart out of the human personality. This fermenting mind, intoxicated by its heady sobriety, methodically slits its own throat, all the while mistaking the elongating wound for a smile. When the spirit is free, according to Nietzsche, the head will be the bowels of the heart. In these top heavy days that have turned life topsy-turvy the head has little appetite for freedom. Instead it has developed a taste for coprophagy. ↗

— Ed Lawrence

#freedom #reason #dating

I hold my finger up to his lips. He flicks his eyes down to look at it. "You're absolved," I tell him. He brings his eyes back up to mine. There's no fucking way he knows what that word means. That's a word I dream someone will say to me. So I put it in his language. "You're free. ↗

— Hannah Moskowitz

#freedom #letting-go #dreams

Foggy nights bring some comfort. He can get lost in the mist and there is no one to stare or question. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#comfort #fear #freedom #lost #poetry

Those who surrender freedom for security will not have, nor do they deserve, either one. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#jefferson #security #thomas #thomas-jefferson #freedom