Freedom Lost Quotes

But only in their dreams can men be truly free. It was always thus and always thus will be.

We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty.

Free people, remember this maxim: we may acquire liberty, but it is never recovered if it is once lost.

There's a freedom to being young that is harder to come by as time goes on.

I hope that the truth shall eventually give me back my freedom.

The sovereign being is burdened with a servitude that crushes him, and the condition of free men is deliberate servility.

When I looked at the painting I felt the same convergence on a single point: a flickering sun-struck instance that existed now and forever. Only occasionally did I notice the chain on the finch's ankle, or think what a cruel life for a little living creature - fluttering briefly, forced always to land in the same hopeless place.

Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

As with all forms of liberation, of which the liberation of women is only one example, it is easy to suppose in a time of freedom that the darker days of repression can never come again.

Why can't you fly now, mother?" "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.

Running away will never make you free.

Every child dances, and then you learn not to.

The internet, our greatest tool of emancipation, has been transformed into the most dangerous facilitator of totalitarianism we have ever seen. The internet is a threat to human civilization.

Having money has given me a certain freedom, but being in the public eye has taken away a lot.

When I look back at that freedom of childhood, which is in a way infinite, and at all the joy and the intense happiness, now lost, I sometimes think that childhood is where the real meaning of life is located, and that we, adults, are its servants - that that's our purpose.

Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.

In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. Our privacy, our liberty, our dignity: all of this was gone and we were stripped down to the bare bones of our selves

With a chance to make it good somehow, hey, what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair.

Security in human systems we're told will always, always last. Emotions are the sail, and blind faith is the mast. Without the breath of real freedom we're getting nowhere fast.

The worst thing is not that the world is unfree, but that people have unlearned their liberty.

When you awaken, your manhood will be taken.

Well, honey, I had the million dollar houses, I had the car, I had the horse, I had the barn; I had everything. Was I set free? I didn't even know what that meant.

Idea for a short story. The shore of a lake, a young girl who's spent her whole life beside it, a girl like you She loves the lake the way a seagull does, and she's happy and free as a seagull. Then a man comes along, sees her, and ruins her life because he has nothing better to do. Destroys her like this seagull here.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.