Freedom Quotes - Page 16

The only way I could conceive of waving a white flag,
would be during the process of folding it,
so to be used as a napkin later,
at our victory dinner.

With the cure, relationships are all the same, and rules and expectations are defined. Without the cure, relationships must be reinvented every day, languages constantly decoded and deciphered. Freedom is exhausting.

[Marriage] happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.

You are set free whenever you love - even those who believe you're crazy.

People and institutions that refuse to admit error eventually discredit themselves.

The processing of universals is the job of the unconscious. If we feed it the opposite it breaks; when it breaks we break and the people around us break.

Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.

Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.

At first, I didn’t understand. Understanding came very slowly.

I need a new trick if I am to walk without legs, see without eyes or speak without words.

It’s unpleasant magic, the kind that darkens the senses, the kind no one wants to experience, but once in a lifetime might not be able to avoid.

No trees, sky or ground. No other buildings or fields. No winding path, no brambles, no outhouse or pond or flowers, no sunshine or children playing. Just blackness.

Even though I knew, deep down, what she was trying to do, I couldn’t hate her. Even when she hurt me, I forgave her.

Right now, in this dusty anti-paradise, I have absolutely no hand in the future at all.

I have always hated lies; my own and everyone else’s.

I used to love lulling, running water – a sound so infrequent in cityscapes. Its loss always made me feel lonely when I lived amongst concrete.

Truth starts with a sense.

A thick rivulet of lost blood reflects a city that will mourn but never die.

Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.

Pain is usually all on the surface, but this terror is internal; not just a hurt, but a new language of feeling.