Quotes About Self-reliance

I'll bet I'm the only eighty-five-year-old cracker left with all his own teeth.

The great object is that every man be armed.

Most people would like to think that they are independent thinkers and that they value freedom, but they actually want freedom from choice instead of freedom of choice.

That's the thing I'm learning about being thrown out on yer own. Nobody does nothing for you. If you don't change it, it don't get changed.

He readied himself to let go, to plunge in, to begin the swim out into the farther cold, out into the terrible, terrible freedom that awaited. He was here. He had made it this far. There was so very little distance left to go, and he was the one who had brought himself here. It was almost over. He was almost there. He had never, not once in his life, felt this powerful.

soft man who made himself a hard man by drinking whisky in the classroom

A woman my age, living alone," she said, at least once a day, "if I don't keep on top of things, who will?

She ain't my girl, she's her own girl, she don't belong to anyone.

I'm choosing my own story. Because if you can't do that, you might as well give up.

Besides, there was a dignity to doing things in your own time.

Pero all no había nadie que pudiera ver cómo secedió todo. Y no había ningún Dios que guiara la rueda. Solo estaba yo.

there was a dignity to doing things in your own time.

This isn't the hand of some swooning princess who sits tatting lace and waiting for some prince to save her. This is the hand of a woman who would climb a rope of her own hair to freedom, or kill a captor ogre in his sleep. And this is the hand of a woman who would have made it through the fire on her own if I hadn't been there. Singed perhaps, but safe.

It means I breathe the free air and walk where my feet take me. I do not cringe and fawn like a dog at a man's title. That looks like pride to people who have spent their lives cultivating supple spines." Sleat gave a lazy

Todo vuelve a las cenizas, así que esta carne también arderá. Pero yo soy Tehlu. Hijo de mí mismo. Padre de mí mismo. Yo estaba antes, y estaré después. Si soy un sacrificio, lo soy únicamente a mí mismo. Y si alguien me necesita y me invoca de la forma correcta, volveré para juzgar y castigar.

There is a vast difference between having some coin and no coin. There is a feeling of helplessness that comes from having an empty purse. It's like seed grain. At the end of a long winter if you have some grain left you can use it for seed. You have control over your life. You can use that grain and make plans for the future. But if you have no grain for seed in the spring, you are helpless. No amount of hard work or good intention will make crops grow if you don't have the seed to start with.

Pasa lo mismo que con las semillas de grano Si al final de un largo invierno te queda un poco de grano, puedes utilizarlo como semilla. Controlas tu vida. Puedes utilizar ese grano y hacer planes para el futuro. Pero si llega la primavera y no te queda grano para usarlo como semilla, te encuentras indefenso. Por muy duro que trabajes, y por muy buenas que sean tus intenciones, las cosechas no crecen si no tienes semillas con que empezar.

This isn't the hand of some swooning princess who sits tatting lace and waiting for some prince to save her. This is the hand of a woman who would climb a rope of her own hair to freedom, or kill a captor ogre in his sleep." I looked into her eyes. "And this is the hand of a woman who would have made it through the fire on her own if I hadn't been there. Singed perhaps, but safe.

Its like seed grain, at the end of a long winter if you have some of the grain left, you can use ir for seed, you have control over your life, you can use that grain and make plan for the future, but if you have no grain for seed in the spring you are helpless, no amount of hard work or good intentions will make crops grow if you don't have the seed to start with".

Which do you think is the greater type of power?" I only had to think for a second. "The inherent, your grace." "Interesting. Why do you say that?" "Because a power you possess yourself cannot be taken away, your grace.

But pride is the luxury of the strong.

leave where I'm not welcome," she said matter-of-factly. "Everything else I can make up along the way.

This isn't the hand of some swooning princess who sits tatting lace and waiting for some prince to

No tienes las manos de un princesa frágil que pasa las horas haciendo encaje y que espera que llegue algún príncipe a salvarla. Son las manos de una mujer capaz de trepar por una cuerda hecha con su propio cabello para alcanzar la libertad, o de matar al ogro que la ha capturado mientras duerme.