Quotes About Independence

To stand against a crowd would take something more than ordinary courage; something that went beyond human instinct.

When ye ha' bairns, there's that wee time when ye really are all they need. And then they leave your arms and ye're scairt all over again, because now ye ken all the things that could harm them, and you not able to keep them from it.

What I meant is that he has Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â He hesitated, not quite sure how to put it into words. "… a sense of himself that is quite separate from what society demands. He is inclined to make his own rules.

What would I do if he forbade me to go? Alternatives raced through my mind, everything from planting the ivory letter-opener between his ribs to burning down the house with him in it. The only idea I rejected absolutely was that of giving in.

If needs must, she could do those things for herself-or find another man. And yet...she needed him-would mourn his loss if it came. Perhaps forever. In his present vulnerable mood, that knowledge seemed a great gift.

Aye, I ken fine how strong women are," he said quietly. "And you're strong enough for what must be done, m' annsachd—believe me.

have always kent what it is to love a man—be he husband or brother, lover or son. A dangerous business; that's what it is. Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are—or for not coming back.

Advice? You're too old to be given it and too young to take it.

One leg was stained with blood down to the ankle, and he walked with a ginger, spraddled gait, but he would on no account let a "wumman" lay hands on him to see what was the matter.

St Paul says "Let a woman be silent, and –"' 'You can mind your own bloody business,' I snarled, sweat dripping behind my ears, 'and so can St Paul.

Still, when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial?

Brianna was twenty-three. She might be no more than in her mid-thirties by the time Jem was fully independent. And if he no longer needed her care—she and Roger might possibly go back. Back to her own time, to safety—to the interrupted life that had been hers by birth. But only if she had no further children, whose helplessness would keep her here.

Ye can stick your comfort straight up your arse, MacKenzie, and your goddamned stiff prick, too!

Because to step outside the group, let alone to stand against it, was for uncounted thousands of years death to the creature who dared it. To stand against a crowd would take something more than ordinary courage; something that went beyond human instinct. And

Ye mind me o' your uncle Dougal, a sionnach," she said, tilting her head to one side coquettishly. "He was older when I met him than you are now, but you've the look of him about ye, aye? Like ye'd take what ye pleased and damn anyone who stands in your way." Jamie

It's a poem, or part of one. Daddy always used to say it, when he'd come home and find Mama puttering in her garden—he said she'd live out there if she could. He used to joke that she—that she'd leave us someday, and go find a place where she could live by herself, with nothing but her plants.

When I decided that I should have a female character, I simply introduced her, knowing nothing about her other than the fact that she was an Englishwoman. ... Whereupon Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp promptly took over the story and began telling it herself. Being in no position to argue with her, I took the path of least resistance, and went along to see what would happen next.

GIVE ME LIBERTY …

Freedom and Whisky gang tegither.

As though, knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary

Because to step outside the group, let alone to stand against it, was for uncounted thousands of years death to the creature who dared it. To stand against a crowd would take something more than ordinary courage; something that went beyond human instinct.

You don't mind, if he Ã¢â'¬Â¦ takes other lovers? Or he you, come to that?

And I—so proud of self-sufficiency at one time—could not bear the thought of loneliness again.

Grey shook his head and, wheezing gently, one hand to his bruised ribs, got awkwardly to his feet and hobbled to the wing chair. "You could Ã¢â'¬Â¦ have helped," he said to Fraser. "Ye managed brawly on your own," Fraser assured him gravely, and to his mortification, Grey found that this word of praise gratified him exceedingly.