Quotes About Independence

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.

This is getting us nowhere, he muttered after a moment. You're absolutely right. So fuck off. Have a nice life, hope all your holier-than-thou keeps you warm during the day. ~ Paradise to Craeg

Fine. It was Goddamn Cat, then.

the only one who wanted to be free. Surprise, surprise. CHAPTER

Though she remained earthbound, the freedom in her soul made her fly.

Maybe she just needed out. Out of Caldwell. Out of the CCJ. Out of the electronic family of her alarm clock and the phone on her desk and the TV that kept her dreams away while she slept.

Stop thinking of me as broken or not whole. Put that bullshit down and walk away. It's not doing you any good and it's insulting to me.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

Yes, she thought. The one who had always felt a little lost had found her footing and her voice. And it turned out both were that of a lion.

It was always better to follow a bumpy course of one's own than a smooth but intractable trail set by another. The former was harder, yet far more vital. The latter was like a living death...except you didn't know you were dying because you were in a coma.

She started to giggle. And she let the girly sound go because, fuck it, she had just made a male nearly twice her size tap the fuck out.

It was always better to follow a bumpy course of one's own than a smooth but intractable trail set by another.

At least I'm not pussy-whipped." "Nice. Fucking. Suit.

In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why blood relatives were given such importance in people's lives. The genetic lottery, which no one volunteered to play, spit you out wherever it did, without regard to compatibility, and yet somehow you were supposed to imbue that accident of procreation with all kinds of emotional weight and significance—simply because your parents managed to help you stay alive until you could get the fuck out of their house.

If you looked for validation from other people, by definition they could take that away if they chose. The safest path, as always, was to be your own rock, your own harbor, your own shelter. Am I okay? should only ever be answered by the person asking that question.

My body, my choice." As

Right or wrong, she made the choices in her life. No one else did.

If you looked for validation from other people, by definition they could take that away if they chose. The safest path, as always, was to be your own rock, your own harbor, your own shelter.

Fine, yeah, sure, take as many fucking veins as you want. But whether you turn yourself into Frank Langella or not, I'm only clearing you when I'm good and goddamn ready.

As her pace through the fountain intensified and her robing started to get soaked, she leaped out of the pool and jogged around, her fists up in front of her, the punches she threw out pumping the air. Being the good, dutiful Chosen was not in her hardwiring, and that was the root of all of the problems between her and her mother. Oh, the waste. Oh, the disappointment. Oh, do get over it, mother dear. Those

The guy took off, which meant short of braining him with the glass, there was no other way of expressing his I-am-an-island opinion. Although really, that would just be a waste of good booze--Qhuinn was so hardheaded, you could have hit his frontal lobe with a crowbar and made no impression on him whatsoever.

Okay, anyone who thought females were the weaker sex had their head fucking wedged.

I'm the king. I can do whatever the fuck I want.