Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.
All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.
Freedom is not the absence of commitments, but the ability to choose - and commit myself to - what is best for me.
Pity those who seek for shepherds, instead of longing for freedom!