Quotes About Independence

What's cooler than pretending you hate money and giving away someone else's stuff under the guise of 'fairness?' You know what's cooler than that? Having the ability to make your own money, your own damn choices and not being subjected to mob theft that steals opportunity right out from under you.

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

I started to see this common theme with the songs that I was writing or co-writing, and it all had this really strong, independent point of view that I had subconsciously been craving from the music scene.

You have independent films and independent music, but you don't have independent theme parks - I think, in a way, Burning Man is as close, probably, as you get.

There was bound to be friction between a firstborn daughter and her strong-willed mother.

Women alone have to be smart, strong and durable. We don't bruise easy. And we can't waste time and energy feeling sorry for ourselves. We might want to collapse, but we don't. Probably no one would pick us up!" "You,

Sean briefly wondered if in an earlier life he had pissed off a bunch of tough old goddesses; he was surrounded by strong, opinionated women.

They've all been held captive, of their own free will, of course, and yet when set free, they are lost.

You don't need approval and you don't need an excuse or explanation for living your own life. Remember that." Oh,

Annie and I were talking about doing trail rides for groups of girls—nothing gives a young girl a sense of power like taming a beast, like proving she's capable of doing it on her own, without a parent's guiding hand.

I think at the end of the day, we're all alone, aren't we? We all have to stand on our own no matter how many people surround us. I guess you'll have to be strong. Like you have always had to be.

push him to rely on himself. It's essential for every child, but more so for Noah. He'll need the confidence going forward if he's to overcome his limitations." "I know.

Excellent. Listen, do you like cats?" "I don't know. Why?" "I just had a thought. You might like having one. They're very independent, answer to no one, usually self-sufficient, sometimes affectionate, more often not, but... But they're company. There's something about being owned by one that fills the lonely space with a presence. And hair. Tons of hair. I have a cat. And a robo vac.

If you never let anyone get near you, they soon got the message you wanted to be left alone.

In the morning when she woke, the coffeepot was on the woodstove, which had burned low as usual. There was a note on the table. Don't light the Coleman stove unless you're sure you know how. And it made her laugh. *

You will never be happy, married or single, as long as you cling to this fantasy that some man will rescue you and make you safe and secure. Make yourself safe and secure. It's the only way you'll really feel that way. It's the only way you can really protect your children. In the end you will see that no matter who you're married to, you are responsible for your own happiness or security, two things no one can give you.

I'm not going to solve your problems. You are. I'm just here to direct the traffic.

He is that guy who seems so alone and a guy who's made his way in the world just fine. It's just that his world is a different kind of world; it's not that rushing, heavily populated world of demands and connections so many of us have. His is mostly a quiet world and his relationships seemed to be the same. The way he seemed to like it.

Mothers shouldn't be telling children over thirty how to live.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude. —Sir Thomas Browne

I'm not alone, Shelby," she said patiently. I'm on my own – there's a difference...

Every night that I eat at home I set a proper table and make a civilized meal. Single women—especially old ones—tend to skip meals or eat out of opened cans. Louise is especially guilty of this.

Before that moment, I had always supposed that loneliness was my enemy. I had seemed not to exist without people around me. But now I understood that I had always been a loner, and that this condition was a gift rather than something to be feared. Alone, in my castle, I could see more clearly what loneliness was.

She didn't add the elements that allowed me to proceed down a different path. She lent a spark, perhaps, or tendered the flame, but the arson was mine.