Quotes About Independence

Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

accepting lifts is cheating and I cycled on.

Goddamn it, do it yourself. You're five hundred years old and you can't use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot?

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.

Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far ...

Some women marry houses.

Oh, all right, I say, I'll save myself.

She owns her own hunger.

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

I'm lost. And it's my own fault. It's about time I figured out that I can't ask people to keep me found.

I have always made my own rules, in poetry as in life - though I have tried of late to cooperate more with my family. I do, however, believe that without order or pattern poetry is useless.

We have nothing to fear but our mothers.

She refused to let common sense cloud her judgment.

She wasn't sure she WANTED to live happily ever after.

Lets ignore our mothers' well-meant advice.

Kids can handle a lot more than you think they can. It's when they get to be grown up that you have to start worrying.

She could have taken root. She wanted to be a Rose, somebody's Rose, their Rose—and she would have been company for the flowers. She had new memories to give them, new people to tell them of, people who would help tend to them and keep them. But they warned her. They saved her. Hazel was nobody's Rose. For better or for worse.

She saw signs of another village in the distance—she smelled smoke and saw the faint glow of something like civilization. But there was nothing for her there. She had to go get Jack now, and anyway, she was safer out here with the wolves.

I'm not really made for people." Callie exhaled. "You're not made at all, Oscar. Don't you see? After everything that's happened this week? You get to do the making.

Raised to be God-fearing, if not religious, both Violet and Faye came to think of all this - their lives as silent, fettered wives and mothers - as the trade-off for marrying well

There'll be no keeping Chickie from dancing, or dancing from Chickie. It will feed her and gnaw away at her, and in the end it will pull her away. For once a child has an obsession, she no longer has need of a mother

Everyone has the right to live her own life, NO parent can destroy the youth and joy of their child. They use all kinds of excuses to try and cover their selfishness but if the daughter or son do take the bit in their teeth and LIVE the mother always gets on allright.

N?ra nieko labiau slegian?io už palikim?, kai m?gini pakilti savo sparnais: tai blogiau negu virv? korimuisi.

APART. Such a simple concept. So concrete. So easy to represent on charts or diagrams with dots and pushpins either in or out. Yet real life is not dots. Some of us appear to be in, but we are out. And that is where we want to be. Not just want but need, the way tuna need the sea. Simple: an orientation, not just a choice. A fact. To paraphrase that Boston song, more than a feeling. We are loners. Which means we are at our best, as Orsino says in Twelfth Night, when least in company.