Quotes About Freedom Of Expression Mga Nobela at Kwento

Pumasok sa suot niyang suit ang kamay ng asawa at hinaplos ang hagdan-hagdang masels sa kanyang tiyan. "Just a paradox. What is freedom, anyway? Being free to do whatever you want, whenever however? Pinamumugaran ng masasama ang lugar na ito dahil hinayaan ng mga tao, hindi dahil natatakot sila. They just simply didn't care even at the expense of their own backyard. Wanting freedom means we need to throw in responsibility. However, that's idealism because everybody finds it difficult to be responsible for the good of many. Slavery is rampant and could come not just from the government but from the media, religion, and even within the family." "You've become a strange politician," komento nit

"How do you say so?" "Being free is being a human. That's who we are. We are free because we are humans. We have the freedom to do anything wether it is a good or a bad decision. We also have the freedom to reflect to our decisions. Sana maisip mong mali ang ikulong ako dito" "Hindi naman kita kinukulong. Malaya ka naman nakakalabas ng kuwarto mo." "You have taken me against my will. You brought me here against my will. You keep me here against my will. You did everything you did to me against my will!"

“I want you to know that the moment you find your way out, I will be there. I don't care about anything else. What matters to me now is your happiness. I want to see your true self all the time. With no restrictions—just you.” “Iyong ibinulong mo—” “Is that important to you?” nakangiti nitong tanong sa kanya. “Was it really matters?” “King?” puno ng pakiusap ang tinig niya. “Hindi ako nagbibiro nang sabihin ko sa ‘yo iyon, Liberty. Gagawin ko ang sinabi ko sa oras na makalaya ka sa asawa mo,” may punto at siguradong sambit nito. “Just allow me please… maniwala ka. Hindi na magbabago ang isip ko. Alam ko ang sinasabi ko. May isa akong salita. I’m not even a talkative person…”

I turned to look at his face for a moment before sighing. "I don't think so. You won't have the inspiration when writing it." That is from the experience that I have. People who cannot feel something or have never experienced a situation will not be able to convey it well. I believe so. "Is that so?" "You've been writing songs recently?" "Umm." "You should make a song about your bad life. On how to be free from all of your fans." Then I supported my joke with a laugh. "Why are you laughing at me?" He spoke in a low voice, not to mention his sharp gaze.

Then… “…It’s good.” A pause. “Really good.” I grinned like an idiot. “Thank you—” “But you should’ve told me first.” “Aaaand there it is.” Tumawa ako. kaya naman pala 'e. “Relax ka lang, kuya. You trusted me with creative freedom, remember?” “Creative freedom,” he repeated, expression flat. “Not a creative ambush.” I laughed. “Oh, please. Kung hindi mo nagustuhan, alam kong may five-page essay ka na dapat sana explaining why. At pinadala mona sa akin o binigay.”

I made it with fierceness. Samalubong ang tingin ko kay West na salubong ang kilay. Mahigpit ang hawak sa ballpen at isang linya ang labi. "I made it as liberal as it is. Revealing and showing too many skins means that we shouldn't be close-minded. We should still respect those who dress up like this, because that's how they express themselves." Tumalikod ako at inangat nang bahagya ang puwetan ko. Mula sa harap ay tinalikod ko ang ulo ko patingin sa likod.

Na kahit wala sila sa tabi ko, dala ko pa rin ang mga aral na itinuro nila. At sa gitna ng pagod, saya, at pagkalito, bigla akong ngumiti. Kasi siguro, ‘yon ang tunay na freedom—hindi ‘yung wala kang rules, kundi ‘yung kaya mong pumili ng tama kahit wala nang nagbabantay. Kahit sandali lang. ---

Hindi ko alam kung kaya kong sabihin. Dahil kapag sinabi ko... magiging totoo. At kapag naging totoo... wala nang babalikan. Huminga ako nang malalim. Pagkatapos... mahina akong nagsalita. "If I had to choose..." Huminto ako. Parang may humahawak sa dibdib ko. "If I had to choose between freedom and you..." Tumigil ang buong mundo. Ramdam ko ang paghinga niya.

He never blink his eyes just to look at me seriously. My eyes looking at his eyes from left and right, and smiled. "Subukan mong maging masaya, kahit minsan lang... Wala namang mawawala kung susubukan mo. Kung pwede, isipin mo din na nasa ibang bansa na sila, at di na makakabalik pa dito. Kung habang buhay mo 'yang dadalhin, hindi ka magiging masaya. Hindi ka makakahanap ng katahimikan, lalong-lalo na ang... kalayaan."

She looks at me like I’m a mirror she hates. “You’re enjoying this,” she says softly. “Hindi,” sagot ko. “Tatapusin ko na ito.” She steps closer. “You think this makes you powerful?” "Sa tingin ko ay ito ang paraang ng muling pagbawi sa aking kalayaan.” Her smile hardens. “Freedom doesn’t last. Not in this world.” Sinalubong ko ang tingin niya nang hindi kumukurap. “Neither do cages.”