Quotes About Independence

If I am secure in God's devotion, then I am free to love others without depending on them to meet my need for love.

There could be no home for the Tillermans. Home free — Dicey would settle for a place to stay. Stay free.

Bullet shrugged. She was right, it would just be another box. It was going to be just another box for him, too, but he'd figured it out. You didn't get out of one box without getting into another, and you didn't get out of one box without getting into another, and you didn't get out without it costing you. For himself, he was just looking for a box that fit him. For her - what he was hoping to do was just loosen a board or two for her. It was up to her what she did about that.

As best she could, in her secluded position, she was considering how she might secure further choices, and what they might be — once this, her first free choice, had played itself out.

All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.

So he left her, and she was alone. Very few people cared for her, and she for very few people. She remained alone with herself, waiting.

American soul is stoic isolate and a killer

And they fear nothing, and they respect nothing, the young don't.

He felt if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.

The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love. The only unfortunate thing was that men lagged so far behind women in the matter. They insisted on the sex thing like dogs.

I only want one thing of men, and that is, that they should leave me alone.

And woman is the same as horses: two wills act in opposition inside her. With one will she wants to subject herself utterly. With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition.

That's how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.

And yet - and yet - one's kite will rise on the wind as far as ever one has string to let it go. It tugs and tugs and will go, and one is glad the further it goes, even if everybody else is nasty about it.

It is all possessions, possessions, bullying you and turning you into a generalisation. You must leave your surroundings sketchy, unfinished, so that you are never contained, never confined, never dominated from the outside.

But a woman could yield to a man without yielding her inner, free self. That the poets and talkers about sex did not seem to have taken sufficiently into account. A woman could take a man without really giving herself away. Certainly she could take him without giving herself into his power. Rather she could use this sex thing to have power over him.

Mr Hemingway does it extremely well. Nothing matters. Everything happens. One wants to keep oneself loose. Avoid one thing only: gettng connected up. Don't get connected up. If you get held by anything, break it. Don't be held. Break it, and get away. Don't get away with the idea of getting somewhere else. Just get away, for the sake of getting away. Beat it! "Well, boy, I guess I'll beat it." Ah, the pleasure in saying that

But to a woman, failure is another matter. For her it means failure to live, failure to establish her own life on the face of the earth. And this is humiliating, the ultimate humiliation.

He resented the intrusion, he cherished his solitude as his only and last freedom in life.

He felt that if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.

He would be alone, and apart from life, which was all he wanted.

Any man's a fool who lets himself be a wage-earning slave, today.