Quotes About Independence

As long as he could remember, he had never been responsible to anyone. The moment a situation became so that it exacted something of him, he rebelled. That was the way he lived; he passed his days trying to defeat or gratify powerful impulses in a world he feared.   Outside

Having no claims upon others, I bent the way the wind blew, rendering unto my environment that which was my environment's, and rendering unto myself that which I felt was mine.

All of my life had shaped me to live by my own feelings and thoughts.

Why can't grown-ups just give me stuff, let me do what I like and then go away A LOT?

he lay down in the middle of the field in the sun on his back and closed his eyes, and felt wind, sun, the ground below him...The sun confused him, with its warmth, the brightness. He dozed throughout the rest of the afternoon. His life meant something. he was his own man, belonged to no one.

If one of them wanted to go to bed well before the other one wanted to go to bed, who could object, because the day would come when they could retreat back to rugged individualism, it was right there waiting to be re-employed, and so staggered shifts should not be interpreted as some kind of loss, some kind of giving up.

He (Nixon) needed someone with him so he could be alone.

You must forge your own path for it to mean anything.

The sea does not like to be restrained.

Fair means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.

She held up her calloused, grimy fingers. Leo couldn't help thinking there was nothing hotter than a girl who didn't mind getting her hands dirty. But of course, that was just a general comment. Didn't apply to Calypso. Obviously.

Zoe ordered the Hunters to start loading. She picked up her camping pack, and Apollo said, Here, sweetheart. Let me get that. Zoe recoiled. Her eyes flashed murderously. Brother, Artemis chided. You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart.

I'll succeed,' Hazel promised. 'And Hecate? I'm not choosing one of your paths. I'm making my own.

Nico realized he was still leaning against Will. He pushed him away and stood on his own two feet. 'I'll do what I need to.' Will rolled his eyes. 'Fine, Death Boy. If you want to get yourself killed –' 'Do not call me Death Boy!

Are you kidding? She looked at me as if I'd just dropped from the moon. Her cheeks were bright red. What's the problem now? I demanded. Me, go with you to the...the 'Thrill Ride of Love'? How embarrassing is that? What if somebody saw me? Who's going to see you? But my face was burning now, too. Leave it to a girl to make everything complicated. Fine, I told her. I'll do it myself. But when I started down the side of the pool, she followed me, muttering about how boys always messed things up.

I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.

Remake the wild, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world. You cannot wait for anyone else, even a god, to do that for you.

Never bet against a cat.

If you don't like it you can kiss my quiver

I'm not choosing one of your paths, I'm making one of my own.

Back up shall we? When my brother, the crazy chicken warrior, turned into a falcon and went up the pyramid's chimney with his new friend, the fruit bat, he left me playing nurse to two very wounded people—which I didn't appreciate, and which I wasn't particularly good at.

Oh, but I don't abide by your time frame, giant, Reyna said. A Roman does not wait for death. She seeks it out, and meets it on her own terms.

And if I was humming Happy Birthday and smiling stupidly as I fled for my life—well, that was nobody's business, was it?

Oh, lord. I was beginning to think like Neith. Soon I'd be huddled in an underground bunker eating army rations and cackling as I sewed together the pockets of all the boys who'd jilted me.