Quotes About Independence

the type of Home Rule which would be agreeable to Britain was going to be very far short of the All-Ireland Republic which the Sinn Feiners had declared for themselves at the beginning of the year.

The tiny handful of Volunteers – probably no more than three or four thousand strong countrywide – with their revolvers and shotguns began to paralyse the entire British system, or so it seemed.

whenever I wanted to know what the Irish people wanted I had only to examine my own heart and it told me straight off what the Irish people wanted.' What an examination of his heart on this occasion told him was required was his re-election so that he could pick a new Cabinet and 'throw out that Treaty'.

Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.

Jacky, who had read and admired Mary Wollstonecraft, and despised the fashion of fluttery helplessness in women, felt, to her own annoyance, close to fainting.

I used to make a nest in the closet of my bedroom with pillows and blankets and a flashlight and a book. My own tiny world, sacred and inviolate, where I could reign entirely at my own whim and discretion.

My philosophy is, don't take no for an answer and be willing to sacrifice your entire project for freedom.

It's time to stop listening to what everyone else says about you, telling you what to do, how to act, how you should feel. Let them judge you by your results, and nothing else; it's none of their business how you get where you're going. If you're relentless, there is no halfway, no could or should or maybe.

A Cleaner knows when to walk away, and which direction to walk. Never running, always walking; he leaves smoothly and on his own terms.

Time and money spent in helping men to do more for themselves is far better than mere giving.

When you give power, especially to those around you, you create a more powerful world. When your giving empowers others, you gain more confidence in them and, in turn, in yourself. If you give others enough power, they will go beyond independence to possess material and intangible prosperity. This will allow them to go from being recipients to givers and make it possible for them to feel the joy and significance you feel when you get to help others in need.

You tell 'em, love. That's what we do to the boys who kick us outta the nest.

Children love to polish brass and silver, then move on to polishing their own shoes.

No one is going to put rumble strips in your life for you. That is up to you. Your rumble strips may not be the same as mine, and mine may not be the same as yours. But everyone needs rumble strips. It all begins with self-leadership; before we talk about leading a church or a business, we must talk about being a leader worth following.

She's still smiling her little smile, and it strikes me that, actually, she is drunk, not on alcohol, but on her St. Louis hopes and dreams. I wouldn't sober her up for anything, but she doesn't need me anymore. She can hang on to her dreams by herself now.

And that's it—he goes his way, and I go mine. Used to, we would've broken down that whole story about my dad until we found the very truth of the truth of it, but now it's just, "So long, I'll see you later.

Here in the realm of books she's self-assured. She has some of the control she doesn't have anywhere else.

He was free and unencumbered. Which is to say alone and unemployed.

Everyone will tell you your goal is impossible, pointless, stupid, wasteful. So you hang tough. You back yourslef and only yourself.

If we believe in liberty, it must be freedom from both private and public coercion.

Why are you so angry with your Duckling, harry? Don't you like it when I open my legs wide to you? Cross them over you - the way you like? What will you do when your little Duckling isn't there anymore to touch you with her soft fingertips, Harry, where you like it? First the left nipple and then the right. Your Duckling doesn't want to leave you, Harry." "Duckling..." "I need freedom sometimes, Harry.

What is a nation?

Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.

But even if the Fourth of July celebrants in Kokomo knew about the Big Lie of Stephenson's life, would it have mattered? They believed because they wanted to believe.