Quotes About Independence

Alone, but not lonely; in the state of being solitary but not the condition of wishing myself otherwise. Solitude enrobed me like a long, warm coat.

spent my first Christmas in the city alone. Alone, but not lonely; in the state of being solitary but not the condition of wishing myself otherwise. Solitude enrobed me like a long, warm coat.

Oftentimes, what causes old people to become poor walkers is poor walking. One must bend one's knees. One must lift one's feet up. One must be unceasing. One mustn't shuffle.

Then the feeling passed and I felt all right. I loved them both, but neither Abe nor my mother had any purchase on me. They could say what they liked, and I would love them still, but I would not change my behavior, would not change my mind.

If you cannot fit into the mould, then you must step out of it

Are you scared of going in to see the raghnaid [the council]?" asked a gray female pup. "Are you cag mag [crazy]? If a bear was his Milk Giver, you think he's scared of the raghnaid?

Freedom is not something that anybody can be given. Freedom is something people take, and people are as free as they want to be. — James Baldwin

Then Otulissa swelled up to twice her normal size. "Well, SPRINK ON YOUR SPRONK!

I will go to the Ring of Sacred Volcanoes, but I shall go not as a member of the MacHeath clan — no, I shall go as a free runner. I reject you. I deny you, I refuse and repudiate you as my clan.

LESBIANS are women who prefer their own ways to male ways. LESBIANS prefer the convoluting halls of sensuality to direct goal-pursuing mores. LESBIANS have made a small world deep within and separated from the world. What has usually been called the world is the male world.

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The two main girlfriends he has had wanted him to support them in the manner to which they certainly weren't accustomed even though he couldn't put his flabby hands on a penny.

Glory be to those humans that are absolutely NOTHING for the opinions of other humans: they are the true owners of illusions, transformations, and themselves." NYC in 1979

Glory be to those humans that are absolutely NOTHING for the opinions of other humans: they are the true owners of illusions, transformations, and themselves.

glory be to those humans who are absolutely NOTHING for the opinions of other humans: they are the true owners of illusions, transformations and themselves

Kathy Henderson as the Ward 5 Councilmember is a firebrand and an independent leader. She has chosen to forgo the ANC 5D spot and focused on the development.

They had engaged in what could not be called treatment or even discussion, but open combat, the two of them a microcosm of the great war raging in the far distance: one side that desired autonomy, and the other that took independence as a sign of madness.

She was going to be like one of the wild and headstrong heroines in the romance novels she loved. She was going to go for the gusto. She'd sat on the sidelines her whole life. Now, she intended to live a little. Her life was orderly and tidy. And she had to admit it was often a little dull and lonely. It was time to lose control. To be wild.

Be self-confident. Don't let others take the bread

Laura read a lot. She lived alone in a tiny bedsit and her television was so small and snowy she didnt watch it much. But she read all the time: at bedtime, while she ate, while she cooked, while she dressed and while she brushed her teeth. She would have read in the shower if she could have worked out a method that wouldnt completely ruin the book. In the same way she could read anywhere, she could read anything, and if it was good, enjoy it.

I wouldn't accept your help if I was blind and needed guidance across a six-lane highway. Now please go away!

Simone de Beauvoir: The day when it will become possible for the woman to love in her strength and not in her weakness, not to escape from herself but to find herself, not out of resignation but to affirm herself, love will become for her as for man the source of life and not a mortal danger.

But the break is still there, not visible but there, the break where you find in yourself the ability to walk away from everything you have known; the break is thrilling, liberating, and, as Alexis says, a little like dying. Alexis describes her mother as

I was also working on the question: Why hadn't I extricated myself sooner? Why had I not reacted for so long? Why couldn't I give up the idea sooner of marriage and at least entertained the possibility of being on my own sooner? The version of myself who was worrying about the correct way to press the elevator button was not actually me, so why had I allowed her to exist and walk around and go to playgrounds and sit in libraries and shop for dinner for so long?