I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted.
we need love thats why we love ,seriously we are slave of our needs and requirements
Animals, whom we have made our slaves, we do not like to consider our equal.
The inherited tradition is that we don't tell stories about slavery from the perspective of the slave. It's told through the president or the lawyer.
Homelessness is the actor's fate; physical incapacity to attain what is most required and desired by such a spirit as I am a slave to.
Django: [bursts into a room of runaway slave catchers, guns drawn] D'Artagnan, motherfuckers!
But you answer, that the Constitution recognizes property in slaves. It would be sufficient, then, to reply, that this constitutional recognition must be void, because it is repugnant to the law of nature and of nations.
It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
Two ways to treat a girl: Make her feel as a princess Or Make her feel as a slave.
Wage of rage of revenge ain't worth it. What's the point of being enslaved by a slave?
I am master of my spoken words and slave to those which remain unspoken.
Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.
The say beauty conquered the beast, but I'll bet lust had a lot to do with it.
Yes here's to the founding fathers—slave-owners, British citizens who didn't want to pay taxes...
This girl owns me, whether she realizes it or not. I'm a slave to her will.
ERRORS ARE WHAT MAKE US HUMAN. PLOT TWIST: I'M A HORSE.
Pain is itself a god: the taskmaster of life. Pain cracks the whip, and all that lives will move. To live is to be a slave to pain.
I am a slave to your love. Well, more like indentured servant.
In the twenty-first century, the robot will take the place which slave labor occupied in ancient civilization.
As long as a word remains unspoken, you are its master; once you utter it, you are its slave.
An artist that makes art merely to meet a demand is a slave to what his patrons wants to see, or, hear.
