Quotes About Independence

I'd give up being a bitch, but I'm not a quitter.

I don't get attached… There's no place for it in my world.

Harper was looking forward to living life as she wanted—without obligations or anything that preyed on or drained her emotions. Not that anything could drain them at the moment. Nope, her emotional gas tank was already on E for Empty

Just making sure you're okay." "Why wouldn't I be?" she asked, trying to be a cool cucumber. This got her another mouth twitch. "I don't know, Speed Racer, maybe because you came in hot and just lost a fight with a manzanita bush. Do you need help?" "No, thank you." He gave her car a look of doubt.

I'm not defined by someone I thought I was dating, Luke, or what I do for a living. I'm not defined by what people think of me. My happiness comes from within, and I—

I deserve more. I mean I understand I do. Once you've protected someone the way you protected me, you get… well, protective. But I'm no longer that sixteen-year-old girl, Archer. I'm a grown woman.

Fine. It's your life, but—" "But you're still going to tell me what to do?" he asked, a small smile on his lips. She went into defense mode at his amused tone. "Well, I'm sure as hell not going to be quiet about it." "Duly noted," he said dryly. "And for the record? I never want you to be quiet, Elle.

That's just life. There's good and there's bad. My happiness and safety won't come from having a man. It comes from me.

Once upon a time, walking away was the only thing I knew how to do.

Riggs looked at the cut on her face again. "Still fine," she said. "Is there someone I should call for you?" he asked. "Let them know you're okay?" "Nope" "Someone's got to be worried about you." "Nope" "No one?" She slid him a look. "Are you fishing to see if I'm in a relationship?" He almost smiled. "Are you?

The last guy who told me what I can't do is still walking funny." That gave him a smile. He was a sick, sick man, but damn, he loved her sass.

She wanted...stability. Riggs was never going to be that guy. She just needed to remember that. Shaking her head, she locked up and went down the hall. She needed a hot shower, an orgasm, and sleep, and she didn't need a man for any of it.

You don't need protecting. You actually don't need anything. That's what makes you so attractive to me. You want someone to stand at your side, not at your back.

She was going to be mine, but then my landlord said no dogs." "You live in your own house." "I'm awfully strict.

Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.

I always considered myself a loner. I mean, not like a poor-me, Byron-esque, I-should-have-brought-a-swimming-buddy loner. I mean the sort of person who doesn't feel too upset about the prospect of a weekend spent seeing no one, and reading good books on the couch. It wasn't like I was a people hater or anything. I enjoyed activities and the company of friends. But they were a side dish. I always thought I would be happy without them.

Molly blinked, then looked at Thomas and said, Wait a minute.... We're his flunkies. You, may be, Thomas said, sneering. I'm his thug. I'm way higher than a flunky. You are high if you think I'm taking any orders from you, Molly said tartly.

You are different. That does not make you less.

She'd grown up in a strict household; she'd gone insane with freedom the minute she ran away and got out on her own.

You defy beings that should cow you into silence. You resist forces that are inevitable for no more reason than that you believe they should be resisted. You bow your head to neither demons nor angels, and you put yourself in harm's way to defend those who cannot defend themselves.

dredged up a quote from someone I rarely agreed with about anything. "What's the point of free will, if not to spit in the eye of destiny?

Molly was a big believer in shaping the future by way of carrying anything you might need in a backpack.

Fight like a woman, my ass," Murphy muttered darkly

I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York.