Quotes About Self-reliance

Fear of living without a map is the main reason people are so insistent that we tell them what to do.

Pick me, pick me" acknowledges the power of the system and passes responsibility to someone else to initiate. Even better, "pick me, pick me" moves the blame from you to them. If you don't get picked, it's their fault, not yours. If you do get picked, well, they said you were good, right? Not your fault anymore. Reject the tyranny of picked. Pick yourself.

The Bhagavad-Gita says, "It is better to follow your own path, however imperfectly, than to follow someone else's perfectly.

Some artists think they need a boss. Someone who will not only pay them, but also tell them what to do. The moment this happens, the artist is no longer an artist.

The Bhagavad-Gita says, "It is better to follow your own path, however imperfectly, than to follow someone else's perfectly." Consider the people who have found their voice and made a real impact: their paths always differ, but their practices overlap in many ways.

Becoming unattached doesn't eliminate our foundation. It gives us one.

There are no longer any great jobs where someone else tells you precisely what to do

This desire for external approval and authority directly undermines your ability to trust yourself, because you've handed this trust over to an institution instead. Now, more and more of us are seeing that it's a fraud. The institutions have no magical powers, as they're regularly proved wrong in their ability to select, to mold, and to amplify human beings who care enough to make change happen.

I'm at the age where i don't have to kiss arse or play nice!

Next card: 'The right answer is to walk away, but I ain't weak. I've seen what happens to weak people.

I desire to so conduct the affairs of this Administration that if, at the end, when I come to lay down the reins of power, I have lost every other friend on earth, I shall at least have one friend left, and that friend shall be deep down inside of me.

If you weren't good for making food, shelter, or babies, then you were tossed out on your own.

Self-preservation was my religion.

How did you learn to stop crying? (Leta) I nailed my heart shut and learned to stop caring about anyone except me. They can't make you cry when you don't give a shit about them or their opinions. You can only be hurt by the ones you love. (Aiden)

you're right Acheron. I am a selfish bastard. I had to be, because no one else gave a single shit about me except me

We don't need your pity. We get along just fine without it and them other things too. You don't need electronic crap to live. You know, people lived for thousands of years without it. There's a big difference between stuff you want and stuff you need. (Nick)

Sam gave Captain Suicide a droll stare. How did you die again? Oh wait, I know this. 'I can take 'em. I don't need to wait for reinforcements. I can do it myself.' How'd that work out for you again?

I'm not putting my faith or life in anyone's hands. All that ever got me was screwed, and my ass is currently sore from it. (Wren) Nice imagery there, tiger. Graphic. Ever think of writing children's books? (Fury)

Little chickie la la, isn't dumb enough to fall for that, guys. (Tabitha)

I find that hard to believe. Nothing comes free in this world. Ever. (Sin) Then get up and get dressed. There's the door. I'm sure you know how to use it. It's a really simple process. You put one foot in front of the other, turn the knob, and keep going. (Kat)

Since when the hell do I answer to you? I don't even know you, hence it's none of your damned business. (Spawn) 'Well, someone hadn't taken his personality pills for the night.' (Wulf)

And you plan to do this alone? You think a lot of yourself, don't you animal? (Stone) Oh, punk, please. Believe me, when dealing with wusses like you who have to gang up on a kid to feel powerful, I don't need any help. (Fang)

Experience has tutored me well that most will lie or cheat to get the better hand. It's why I prefer solitude to social interaction. - Bethany

As a child, he had hardened his heart and learned to take their punches. He had learned to spit back and take down anyone who cast a jaundiced eye or who made a comment about either him, his mother, or his sister. He'd told himself that he didn't need anyone's love or caring. And so he had learned to live like a feral animal, always ready to strike out when someone tried to touch him.