Quotes About Independence

The struggle with me has been a very painful one; I cannot enter on the how and wherefore at this moment. I had expected more help than I have found, and am left to myself, and thrown so on my own sense of duty as to feel it right, for the sake of future years, to make an effort to stand by myself as I best can. At the same time, I will not tell you that at the last hour something may not happen to keep me at home.

No one is making me say this. No one is making me tell this story. Nobody's ever been much good at making me say anything I hadn't already made up my mind to say.

I don't want what you want," I said. "And I'm not going to help you. I don't even want to argue with you, because while I know that human beings are capable of assimilating, adopting, internalizing, integrating, and identifying with new sets of ideas—because we have, multiple times in the history of the species—I've discovered that I don't actually care what you think, because you are an awful person and you want awful things.

I liked her scowl and I liked her freedom to wear it.

A woman in the West? You show me one who doesn't drink, and I'll show you one that wants to.

The harpy smiles. A harpy's smile is an ugly thing, even seen edge-on. The harpy says, You do not have the power to make me not alone, Desiree.

Jeoffry lays back his ears and continues to creep, as the Moppet showed him. she had said,

A good thing they didn't know I was traveling with a trio of warrior women. I wouldn't have stood a chance alone.

She is covered in sand, only on her right side. There are no clouds. She is alone. Seonag is used to being alone, even when she is surrounded by people.

She rolled her shoulders over a corset that gave her the general appearance of the prow of a battleship, and curled one loose strand around her finger in a gesture that would have been coquettish, were she young.

Unhelmed by her remote masters, she limped along the beach, dragging one fused limb.

As you wish, my lady. Keep your crown, and your cruelty. Love me not. I will go.

I don't need you to give me a life, you old fool. Or haven't you noticed that I've got my own?

I can tell you what it is my wife seeks: sovereignity for Faerie, and freedom from old bargains." "Lucifer," Will said. "Everyone wants to remake the world.

She was mannishly magnificent, tall and broad-shouldered, with her long stride and her mane of unrestrained mahogany-black curls. She wore boots, and the heels clapped on the rugs unrepentant as a horse's hooves.

Serve your own self for a while.

I must not clutch my throat, I will not. And I will not give her Strifbjorn, even for that. Even for freedom. Not Strifbjorn. But perchance, anything else.

Maybe rebellion had gotten its teeth into her soul.

I hate hanging our hopes on a man, even if he is both gentle and his mother's son. But he came.

Sometimes it helps to remind them you're not a drone.

Clade upbringings fuck you up on so many levels, when you finally let the oppressive rightminding go and try to exist as an independent human being with things like judgment and will.

I…discovered I liked my own dance. So I stayed away and they requested another retreat on, which they were legally obligated to give me. And that I decided I wasn't going back at all.

My type of woman. Damn it to the Well.

Arms folded across her rib cage, chin drifted, Perceval could have been a statue labeled defiance.