كلما ردد جملته المكسورة:
"أنا حر.. أنا حر"
ردد الببغاء الحبيس في قفص الحديد.. خلف قضبان الشرفة..
وهو يضرب وليفته بجناحيه:
"أنا حر.. أنا حر"!
Mots clés freedom حرية ببغاء حر
Thought is free.
William ShakespeareMots clés freedom thought freedom-of-thought
Freedom is a possession of inestimable value.
Marcus Tullius CiceroMots clés freedom
You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don't ever count on having both at once.
Robert A. HeinleinMots clés choice freedom peace war
Man is guaranteed only those rights which he can defend.
Jack McCoyMots clés freedom humanity law rights order mccoy
Caged Bird
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
Josh: So, Toby, it’s election night. What do you say about a country that goes out of its way to protect even those citizens that try to destroy it?
Toby: God bless America.
Mots clés freedom democracy america west-wing
We are the offspring of history, and must establish our own paths in this most diverse and interesting of conceivable universes—one indifferent to our suffering, and therefore offering us maximum freedom to thrive, or to fail, in our own chosen way.
Stephen Jay GouldMots clés liberty freedom history atheism universe suffering diversity
The regime had understood that one person leaving her house while asking herself:
Are my trousers long enough?
Is my veil in place?
Can my make-up be seen?
Are they going to whip me?
No longer asks herself:
Where is my freedom of thought?
Where is my freedom of speech?
My life, is it liveable?
What's going on in the political prisons?
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
We lived in the gaps between the stories.
« ; premier précédent
Page 34 de 178.
suivant dernier » ;
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.