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Faith, in its most correct form, never removes responsibility; it removes fear of responsibility. The results are complete opposites with the greater saying, 'God's will is my delight. ↗

— Criss Jami

#development #faith #fear #free #freedom

The Mythical Mr. Boo has several eagle feathers, or “Freedom Feathers,” as he likes to call them, that he staples to his chest in protest of any kind of bloodshed. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#the-mythical-mr-boo #freedom

Contention murders creativity and stupidity is in enmity with freethinking. ↗

— Joel T. McGrath

#writing #freedom

A truly free man is not free 'from' anything, nor free 'to' anything, he is just free. Free within himself. ↗

— Ilyas Kassam

#freedom #man #oneness #self #freedom

I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#freedom

Our witness is only as strong as our freedom is real. We can have the most noble convictions in the world, but if we are snarky and impatient when we don't get our way, those things will interfere with our influence. If we gossip more than we pray, those misspoken words will demolish our influence. If our addictions get in the way of living out our convictions, we'll have mostly a negative influence. ↗

— Susie Larson

#experience

There is more than one kind of freedom. Freedom to and freedom from. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#freedom

We’re Nephilim. Every one of our life’s passages has some mystical component — our births, our deaths, our, marriages, everything has a ceremony and a rune. There is one as well if you wish to become someone’s parabatai. It’s no small commitment. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #death

You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#love #death

I had no idea how free we were. That's how free I was. ↗

— Brendan Cowell

#freedom #youth #freedom