Quotes About Independence

How is it women have equality when it comes to taking a hit but the rest of the time they're just some guy's property?

My inner caveman decided it didn't matter. Fuck safety, and fuck picket fences. London Armstrong obviously couldn't take care of herself, which meant someone needed to step in and fix this shit. If that meant claiming her, so be it.

Life is too short to let a man call the shots.

When you're someone's property, you're a woman the brothers will die to protect," he continued, his voice softening. "They'll die to protect your kid, too. Don't turn that kind of loyalty into something ugly because you don't like the words we use. Dancer, Marie, Maggs? They're proud to be property, because they know what it means. Nobody forcing them to do anything.

Maybe I should stand outside the Adam & Eve store holding a sign reading "Single Mom, Anything Helps" and a cup for change.

Adulting was bullshit.

Horse had been by himself for a long time, and he was in need of the occasional attitude adjustment. I'd already lived with one asshole and I wasn't in the market for another one.

Who are you?" I asked, the hard pressure between my legs sending waves of need and desire through me. But I wasn't some little girl to be manipulated by lust. "Told you – my name is Gage. I'm with the Reaper's motorcycle club, and I'll be the man fucking you from now on.

Now me? I don't even own a f**kin' goldfish. At the end of the day, who's got more to lose here? You call me when you're ready to talk.

They had written it "for those who come after us to study, as an example of what it once cost to be in favor of liberty,

On the one hand, it was nice to have someone who was concerned about you. But on the other hand, you couldn't ever feel truly independent. Marriage was a trade-off. You gave up some things and you gained others.

Aparta tu nariz de mis asuntos, saca tu pagaré de tu alcancía, estoy más solo cuando estamos juntos que con tu puto com por compañía.

An unspoken rivalry threaded their relationship, in which Tiger Lily thought that if she could keep up with him, she could hold tighter to him. It didn't occur to her there was anything in which Peter would want her to fail. But sometimes, I could see that, even for him, she was too fast, too sure-footed, and didn't seem to need him quite enough.

I'll teach you," Tiger Lily offered with a shrug of her shoulders. "Did your mother teach you?" he asked. "I don't have a mother," she said. "Like you." For some reason, Peter was glad to hear it.

Pine Sap said once that he would rather die than see Tiger Lily tamed. I guess Tiger Lily felt the same way with Peter, because she stayed behind.

I'm nothing to you, am I?' Peter said once in a particularly intense arguement about where to find wild turnips. To these kinds of accusations, Tiger Lily would reply that he was trying to make her into his little chicken, and that she would never be anyone's 'little obedient chicken

And though, truly, she sometimes felt like something inside her had disappeared, it seemed that must be a natural part of growing up. Standing out too much made one feel too alone to do it forever.

except for Aunt Fire, who was never self-aware enough to feel awkward / but you're a girl, someday you'll want to be a prisoner to someone other than yourself

You have to stay away." "I'd rather not.

You looked strange climbing in the tree like that." Tiger Lily pulled her braids between her fingers, her sudden self-consciousness feeling foreign and strange to her. "I didn't do it to look nice," she said. "But you do care." Tiger Lily studied the tree and decided if she did care, she would now choose not to. "I don't," she said.

I am nothing to you, am I?' Peter said once in a particularly intense arguement about where to find wild turnips. To these kinds of accusations, Tiger Lily would reply thay he was trying to make her into his little chicken, and that she would never be anyone's 'little obedient chicken

I'm lonely. Why do you think I had to learn to act so independent? I also get mad too quickly, and I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has it's own zip code. Plus, I get certifiably crazy when I've got PMS. You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

I fantasize about having a manual job where I can come home at night, read a book and not feel responsible for what will happen the next day.

If he's just not into you anymore, then buy yourself a cute pair of shoes and strut your fabulousness elsewhere.