Quotes About Independence

She had read a million times that you could not make your boyfriend into something else, so fine—Kathleen would make herself into something else.

Because you can make decisions for yourself even if they're wrong. Mistakes can be corrected. Life is too short to have everyone else tell you how to live. Make a few mistakes, and learn from them. At least they'll be real, and you'll be living, not just existing.

Alone isn't a bad place to be, especially when it's the alternative to distrust and unhappiness, but

What kind of woman am I? she asked. My kind. He grinned.

It's her privilege to say or think whatever she wants. It's mine to ignore her.

it's been laid on my heart and I want to help others get away from abusive spouses.

And if I'm in control, then no one can hurt me.

Darcy shook her head. "I thought it would be wonderful to have Calvin this close, but it's not. I can't get past this thing I have for him. I've tried and tried, dated other men, but none of them measure up or make me feel like he does. I have made up my mind to be single forever and dote on Sophie." Darcy shrugged. "Why couldn't you sleep?

Things sure are easy to get done when you're old and everyone thinks you're senile.

You don't have to get out. I know how to let myself in, she said. I'll get you at the door and walk you to it when I return you. It's part of my job, woman, he said. Her temper flared. Don't you ever call me woman. I'm not backwoods white trash. I have a name and don't you forget it.

What Wyatt had done or hadn't done was on him. She had a bright future ahead of her—hopefully sharing every minute of it with Mack and her children.

wonder Nettie hadn't told her to get out there

He raised an eyebrow. "You plan whatever you want. I'll be

Just remember, when you're old and alone, money makes a really poor companion.

Momma, I could live with the idea.

CHAPTER I The Rescue NANCY DREW, an attractive girl of eighteen, was driving home along a country road in her new, dark-blue convertible.

CHAPTER I The Rescue NANCY DREW, an attractive girl of eighteen, was driving home along a country road in her new, dark-blue

Not me." Ned laughed. "My future is pretty well set, and I don't want anyone tampering with it. I'll go into business, prosper, and marry a certain ambitious young lady named....

She runs for the joy of it, because she can, her strides stretching to cover a dozen feet every time she leaps. Her mouth is open to taste the air, which is sharp with cold. The month turns, and the swelling moon paints the night sky silver, lighting up patches of snow scattered throughout the woods. Not yet full moon, a rare moment to be set free before her time, but the other half of her being has no reason to lock her away. She is alone, but she is free, and so she

Leonora Penderton feared neither man, beast, nor the devil; God she had never known.

She belonged to no club and was a member of nothing in the world.

It was like that kid had been born knowing how to read. He was only in the second grade but he loved to read stories by himself - and he never asked anybody else to read to him.

During these weeks there was a quality about Miss Amelia that many people noticed. She laughed often, with a deep ringing laugh, and her whistling had a sassy, tunefull trickery. She was forever trying out her strength, lifting up heavy objects or poking her tough biceps with her finger.

I think I have a vague idea what you were driving at, she said. We all of us somehow caught. We born this way and we don't know why. But we caught anyhow. I born Berenice. You born Frankie. John Henry born John Henry. And maybe we wants to widen and bust free. But no matter what we do we still caught. Me is me and you is you and he is he. We each one of us somehow caught all by ourself. Is that what you was trying to say?