Quotes About Independence

Sve sam ve? znao o njoj, odavno: sigurna u sebe i zato neranjiva, uvjerena u svoju snagu, jer je hladna, lojalna a odro?ena, kalu?erica svog osje?anja samostalnosti, ponosna na kostrijet samoj sebi nametnutih ograni?enja. Muškarce ne podsti?u na osvajanje, vec na dužnost, ako dožive ljubav, nastoja?e da je svedu na razumnu mjeru.

Opet sam sam. Možda je i najbolje tako, ne o?ekuješ pomo? i ne bojiš se izdaje. Sam. U?ini?u sve što mogu, ne uzdaju?i se u podršku koje nema, i onda je moje sve što postignem, i zlo i dobro.

Nemamo prava da i od koga zahtijevamo da brine naše brige.

Pravi muškarac je kao vuk. Ili je samotnjak ili je ve?no sa jednom vu?icom. Jurnjavu za ovcama ionako obavlja ovan.

Nikog ne poznajem, i nemam nikakvih obaveza osim da ostanem neprimije?en. Osje?am se izdvojen, stran, ništa nije moje, i mogu da budem nadmo?an, i surov. Udaljujem ih od sebe, potirem crte lica, gušim glasove do neprepoznavanja, prekidam svaku ljudsku vezu izme?u sebe i njih, posmatram ih obesmišljene, puštam da žive preda mnom bez moje pomo?i, sami sobom, bez mog razumijevanja i podrške, bez mog opravdanja i kritike, bez moga u?eš?a.

Isklju?io sam se, i bio isklju?en, odvojen od svega oko sebe, i svijet je prili?no avetinjski, živ ali ravnodušan. A i ja sam osamostaljen i neprobojan.

Zatvorio sam se, postao opsa?ena tvr?ava o koju su strijele uzalud udarale. Nije mi prijatelj, ili je ?udan prijatelj koji mi sije?e korijenje, potkopava temelje. Nema prijateljstva me?u ljudima koji druk?ije misle.

when a man can't be proud of himself, he looks to the woman. If she's not something to be proud of, she'll pay double for both of them. I learned that the hard way.

Men's attention and approval were borrowed gifts she was no longer sure she wanted.

that you didn't work just for the money, you worked for the freedom work gave you, for the chance to be a stronger, more interesting version of yourself.

A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle." I really hate this expression. I bet fish would totally want bicycles.

I hardly saw Osbert that week because he went to school, unlike Isaac and Edmond and Piper, who were supposed to be homeschooled, which as far as I could tell meant reading whatever books you happen to be interested in, and every once in a blue moon having Aunt Penn say Have you learned any geography? and them saying yes.

The open road. What a trio of words. What a vision of blue sky and untouched hills and narrow trails heading God knew where and being free—free and hungry, free and cold, free and wet, free and lost. Who could mourn such conditions, faced with the alternative?

No one had told her this would happen, that her girlishness would give way to the solid force of wifehood, motherhood. The choices available were all imperfect. If you chose to be with someone, you often wanted to be alone. If you chose to be alone, you often felt the unbearable need for another body - not necessarily for sex, but just to rub your foot, to sit across the table, to drop his things around the room in a way that was maddening but still served as a reminder that he was there.

But this post-college world felt different from everything that had come before it; art was still central, but now everyone had to think about making a living too, and they did so with a kind of scorn for money except as it allowed them to live the way they wanted to live.

But of course she liked Isadora less now, because she needed her less and saw her more clearly.

Or maybe they don't even want babies, some of these women, and life opens out to them in an endless field of work. And once in a while the world responds in a big way, letting them in, giving them a key, a crown. It does happen, it does. But usually it doesn't.

Why did a strong woman need to be her own shield

To live in a world of female power—mutual power—felt like a desirable dream to Zee. Having power meant that the world was like a pasture with the gate left open, and that there was nothing stopping you, and you could run and run.

Being alone was something that Faith had perfected over the years. When you were alone you didn't have to worry about every little detail on your body, whether your legs were like prickly pears or whether after a cocktail party you were Brie-breathed. Unlike many people she knew, she often preferred her own company.

The men she met all seemed to say they were "several years out of Wesleyan." Their beds were never made, or else made poorly, when she climbed into them. No one yet had the time or inclination to take care of themselves, and it was unclear when that would ever begin.

This was an era in which sofa beds were frequently opened and unfolded; at this age people were still floating, not entirely landed, still needing places to stay the night sometimes. They were doing what they could, crashing in other places, living extemporaneously. Soon enough, the pace would pick up, the solid matter of life would kick in. Soon enough, sofa beds would stay folded.

It's so wonderful that all of you have so much more freedom than I did. But along with that freedom can sometimes come a sense that you don't need other women. And that isn't true.

It's like we kept trying to use the same rules," Greer said, "and these people kept saying to us, 'Don't you get it? I will not live by your rules.'" She took a breath. "They always get to set the terms. I mean, they just come in and set them. They don't ask, they just do it. It's still true.