Quotes About Independence

Return me to that bitch?" I shouted to the sky. "Fuck you! I can take care of myself!

I've given up listening to people. What can they tell me that is so much more to the point than what I've always known? All the mistakes in my life came from accepting advice.

A statistician made a few calculations and discovered that since the birth of our nation more lives had been lost in celebrating independence than in winning it.

Could live with you in solitude and need no one else. Give me your love.

To remain alone did not seem to me a terrible fate, no worse than being falsely joined to another person.

Before and after... I heard a thousand times that a boy, or a man, can't make you happy, that you have to be happy on your own before you can be happy with another person. All I can say is, I wish it were true.

There's a belief that to take care of someone else, or to let someone else take care of you—that both are inherently unfeminist. I don't agree. There's no shame in devoting yourself to another person, as long as he devotes himself to you in return.

She knew he cared for her... but that it didn't matter. They each had to follow their own road.

He could ask Lilly to stay, and she might. But his pride refused to ask her... She had to make the choice on her own to stay. If she didn't make the choice, she'd always be looking east.

I absolutely refuse to reveal my age. What am I - a car?

no choice was wrong except the one that was imposed on us.

On the up side, the fruit of her "blackness" is a feisty independence that makes its presence felt throughout the poem. She tends her own garden, has her own freedom, and makes her own choices. In a world geared toward the silencing of women's voices, her own voice speaks loud and clear.

You're tall enough when you can reach the lightswitch.

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out of that particular divot. Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.

This was the part she hated, the part of a relationship that always nudged her to bail, the part where someone else's misery or expectations or neediness crept into her carefully prescribed world. It was such a burden, other people's lives.

She was open to love, but she was best at managing her own happiness; it was other people's happiness that sunk her.

It's not your job to be anyone's mirror.

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out … Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out of that particular divot. Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts. On

Some people were just meant to be alone.

A woman could do a whole lot in this world without a heart.

She didn't even have to look back. She'd made her choice. She didn't need to look into a broken mirror any longer.

One does not have to sleep with, or even touch, someone who has paid for your meal. All those obligations are hereby rendered null and void, and any man who doesn't think so needs a quick jab in the kidney.

At some point, you just have to choose. And then be brave enough to stand up to the people who think you made the wrong choice.