Quotes About Independence

If you mean to abuse me, let me finish my whiskey first.

I didn't go out with him again. Uncut,

I have traveled alone. I am unmarried, I live without a chaperone, and I work for a living. These are not the actions of a lady,

By the time she split from the third one, she'd given up entirely on marriage and decided to keep a string of what the kids call fuckbuddies.

St. Frideswide's seat before her intended, she will be master in her own house." "And if a woman does not wish to marry?" I asked archly. He grinned. "Then I believe she does not need St. Frideswide's help in the first place.

I may do things in my own fashion, Sir Hugo, but our aims are not incompatible

I mean to marry him. But not because I want him to give me a life. I want to marry him to share the life I already have. The difference, I think you will find, is a significant one.

I am quite determined to be mistress of my own fate, Mrs. Clutterthorpe, but I do sympathize with how strange it must sound to you. It is not your fault that you are entirely devoid of imagination. I blame your education.

I'll eat rabbit pellets before you get me into something pink with ruffles.

It's strange, isn't it, how the idea of belonging to someone can sound so great? It can be comforting, the way it makes things decided. We like the thought of being held, until it's too tight. We like that certainty, until it means there's no way out. And we like being his, until we realize we're not ours anymore.

Love can come when you're already who you are, when you're filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.

A lady I will be, but a man's accessory, his handbag, no thank you. I will not be someone's ornament. I will not just be someone's honey, baby, sweetheart.

The most true-love words are not the ones that grasp and hold and bind you, twisting you both up together in some black dance. No, they are ones that leave you free to stand alone on your own solid ground, leave him to do the same, a tender space between you.

I'll tell you one thing about me, and that is that I'm not to keen on being bossed around. If, say, my Mom tells me to empty the dishwasher, I like to wait a little bit, you know, not hop up and do it right away, because then it feels more like my own idea. That's a little problematic when you have an actual boss.

A person who says "it's your decision" is informing you that your decision sucks.

This is just one of those annoying and unjust differences between you and your younger sibling...I was probably fifteen before I could go to a friend's house without giving mom an FBI dossier on the people; Bex can practically hitchhike on the freeway with a mere "Have fun, honey.

I wondered if parents had an easier time with the secrets their children kept than children did with the secrets of their parents. A parent's secrets seemed like some sort of betrayal, where my own just seemed like a fact of life and growing up and away. I was supposed to be independent, but he was supposed to be available. Him having his own life seemed selfish, where me having my own was the right order of things.

So if your life truths have to be protected the same way some people keep their couches in plastic, then ciao. Have a nice life. If we bump into each other at Target, I'm the one buying the sour gummy worms, and that's all you need to know about me.

You were a stone wall, a fort in high, unreachable trees, an island, my own island, that no boat could reach.

But, dear God, don't listen to me. I'm an old lady in the middle of nowhere without a real toilet.

When you go looking for rescue, you end up trapped in your own weakness.

Maybe she could quit her big job of being responsible for everyone else's feelings...She imagines it—letting go. Handing the heavy stuff back to the people it belongs to.

Maybe she's meant to be alone. Unmarried. Deliciously free of people's expectations. It sort of sounds like heaven, actually.

Never let a man determine the woman you want to be.