Quotes About Independence

Girls do what their mothers tell them. Ladies do what society tells them. Women make up their own minds.

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think what you like, hate who you like, because that's between you and God, but you will act as the community requires, or the community will no longer require you.

The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin.

In her defense, her helicoptering tended to revolve around making sure that Dee could take care of herself. LEARN HOW TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH OR I WILL KILL YOU. LOVE MOM.

Dogs are stupid," Rusty said. "This is a known fact. But a cat—you have to earn a cat's respect every single day of your life. You lose it and—" He snapped his fingers. "That's what your mama was to me. She was my cat. She kept my compass pointing true north.

people found off-putting. You could not beat her at chess or Trivial Pursuit or even Monopoly. She knew all the questions on Jeopardy. She knew when to use who or whom. She could not abide misinformation. She disdained organized religion. In social situations, she had the strange habit of spouting obscure facts.

around for your entire adult life, then set it the fuck down, because it doesn't belong to you. It belongs to him.

I'm not choosing anybody but myself.' Jane was sick of men thinking they could give her ultimatums.

She had felt capable of anything.

They'll only get your goat if you show them where you keep your hay.

Getting drunk was something for the weak, a crutch for people who were not strong enough to live their own lives, to stand on their own two feet. Drinking was running away from something.

Dad. I knew that was it. No more holding my hand. No more sitting in my lap. No more throwing your arms around my waist when I walked through the front door or standing on my shoes while we danced around the kitchen. I would be the bank now. The ride to your friend's house. The critic of your biology homework. The signature on the check mailed away with your college application.

This women's lib stuff works for rich girls, but all you've got going for you is your face and your figure. You need to take advantage of both before you lose them.

Once you start having babies, that perfect, loving husband of yours will start treating you like a milk cow. Trust me. It's like they think they have something over you. And they do. You're trapped, and they know that you need them, but they can walk away at any time and find somebody younger and tighter to have fun with.

older and she always got to drive. She opened

She hated the thought of needing people almost as much as she hated having to reach out to them.

They were very independent people. They'd always had their own interests, done their own things, but Claire always felt reassured when Paul was close by. Lightbulbs would be changed. Faults would be cleared from the security system. The remote control would be deciphered. Trash would be taken out. Clothes would be folded. Batteries would be charged. Big spoons and little spoons would never mingle in the silverware drawer.

Paul looked at the man for the first time since he'd walked through the door. "Should I go punch him in the nose?" "Yes." "Will you take me to the hospital when he punches me back?" "Yes." Paul smiled, but only because she was smiling, too. "So, how does it feel to be untethered?

Because I want you to stay at Rick's tonight." Lydia paused. "Because I said so." She paused again. "Sweetheart, I know you're an adult, but adults are like vampires. The older ones are much more powerful.

As much as I want to make it easier for you, I know that it'll never take unless you do it all on your own.

Amanda was probably in her mid-fifties, a small woman, maybe five-three on a good day. Her attitude filled the room, and she walked with a swagger that rivaled a bullfighter's. She wore a simple diamond ring on her wedding finger, though Will knew she wasn't currently married. She had no children, or perhaps she had eaten them when they were young.

Claire didn't argue because Lydia was older and she always got to drive. She opened the mudroom door and left it unlocked. At this point, Claire welcomed the burglars to return. She would've left cookies out for them if she'd had the time.

Gamma was an aggressively terrible cook. She resented recipes. She was openly hostile toward spices. Like a feral cat, she instinctively bristled against any domestication