If you are fated, it doesn’t matter if you choose or not. You simply have the illusion of being free to choose.
When you’re dead already, you’re free.
The first time you fall asleep in prison, you forget. You wake up a free woman. And then you remember that you’re not. You lose your freedom many times before you finally believe it.
The only things Earthers care about is government handouts. Free food, free water, free drugs so that you can forget the aimless lives you lead. You’re short-sighted and selfish, and it will destroy you.
The absence of desire leaves one free to pursue other things.
It takes a lot of effort not to be free. I kept my head down for so long, I forgot what it feels like to stand up.
It takes a lot of effort not to be free, keeping your head down, holding your tongue.
Being free isn’t the same as having your freedom.
All I wanted was my life to be my own. To be free. Turns out fate has a twisted sense of humor.
You can bash against your chains all night. Only way you get out of here, only way you walk free, is if I want you to. Know that.
You are released from this prison. But I am truly free.
We have free will, and with that comes great responsibility, and some times great loss.
