Quotes About Independence

We're all on our own. Even when you're surrounded by people, or sharing a bed with a loving lover, you're alone.

she tried to work out who she really was without people who loved her to reflect back her personality.

You weren't meant to admit, even to yourself, how badly you wanted love. The man was meant to be the icing, not the cake.

Parents take far too much notice of their children these days. Bring back the good old days of benign indifference, I reckon.

Or, just ignore it, one day you'll turn forty and you'll slowly realize you don't feel the eyes anymore, and the freedom is a relief, but you'll also sort of miss it, and when a truck driver whistles at you while you're crossing the road, you'll think, Really? For me? It had seemed like a really genuine, friendly whistle too. It was a little humiliating just how much time she'd devoted to analyzing that whistle.

Madison rolled her eyes. "No. I won't care if people say mean things to me, because I'll be grown up. I can just say, 'Who cares? I'm going to France.' " Ah.

Perry was away often. He sometimes felt like an aberration in her life. A visitor. Her real life took place when he wasn't there. What happened never mattered all that much because he was always about to leave, the next day or the next week.

It's no big deal. It is a big deal. They have no right to make you feel that way. Or, just ignore it, one day you'll turn forty and you'll slowly realize you don't feel the eyes anymore, and the freedom is a relief, but you'll also sort of miss it, and when a truck driver whistles at you while you're crossing the road, you'll think, Really? For me?

She realized she felt ashamed, as if by separating from her husband, she'd done something slightly distasteful and seedy,

She was getting far too used to having someone cook and clean for her. This was what it must be like to be a celebrity. No wonder they were so charismatic and cheerful on talk shows. Joy could feel herself becoming more charismatic and cheerful by the day.

But each time she didn't leave, she gave him tacit permission to do it again. She knew this. She was an educated woman with choices, places to go,

I took so long coming to the door. I had no idea crutches were so damned tricky. I imagined myself swinging jauntily along, but they dig into your armpits like I don't know what.

Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. That's right, she thinks. We should all be raging and raving and brandishing our walking sticks: We don't want to go! And by the way, we want our legs and arms and backs to stop HURTING!! She will ask Thomas to find the rest of that poem on the Internet for her.

She might have lost a husband, but she'd got herself a wife. An efficient, energetic young wife. What a bargain. What an upgrade.

Breathe in. She didn't give a fig what other people thought! Breathe out. Rubbish. She gave a whole fig tree.

Change your own tyre, ya big fucken' pussy!' Then he'd closed the window, grinned sheepishly, and said, 'Don't tell your mother.

one day you'll turn forty and you'll slowly realize you don't feel the eyes anymore, and the freedom is a relief, but you'll also sort of miss it, and when a truck driver whistles at you while you're crossing the road, you'll think, Really? For me?

Yes, Ron had always respected Connie, even though he suspected the feeling was not mutual. That doesn't concern him especially. He doesn't need to be liked. A lot of people don't like him. It is their problem. Not his.

that beautiful woman held themselves differently; they swayed like palm trees in the breeze of all that attention. Cecilia wanted her daughters to run and stride and stomp. She didn't want Polly to bloody sway.

Why buy a cow when you can get the milk for free?' (Her daughters shrieked when they heard that phrase.)

he works from home a lot." "That must be nice. Or is it? Does he get under your feet?" Di picked her way unsteadily across the sand. "Sometimes I send Bill off to buy me something at the supermarket I don't really need, just to give myself a little breather.

As her mum always says, one of the advantages of being an only child is that you have no trouble amusing yourself.

The suffragettes didn't starve themselves for the vote so that you girls could starve yourselves for a man.

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul." His eyes gleamed in the shadows from the candlelight. "That's, ah, from Nelson Mandela's favorite poem, 'Invictus.