Quotes About Independence

Anyone who has no need of anybody but himself is either a beast or a God.

The megalopsychos cannot let anyone else, except a friend, determine his life. For that would be slavish; and this is why all flatterers are servile and inferior people are flatterers.

There is only one condition in which we can imagine managers not needing subordinates, and masters not needing slaves. This condition would be that each instrument could do its own work, at the word of command or by intelligent anticipation, like the statues of Daedalus or the tripods made by Hephaestus, of which Homer relates that Of their own motion they entered the conclave of Gods on Olympus, as if a shuttle should weave of itself, and a plectrum should do its own harp playing.

But he who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.

He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.

One who surpasses his fellow-citizens in virtue is no longer a part of the city. Their law is not for him, since he is a law to himself.

Be a free thinker and don't accept everything you hear as truth. Be critical and evaluate what you believe in.

Over the next eight years, almost without noticing, I arrived at a quiet revelation. You could make a home by yourself. You could fill that home with friends and friendly strangers without someone sleeping next to you. You could tend your garden and cook your meals and find predictable pleasure in your own autonomy.

The line, Lasko. Do you know anyone in San Francisco? Are you just gonna get off the train and take a streetcar to the swimming pool?" "I might. I could." "You have to have a plan, Lasko." "No, I don't. Not after this. I don't have to have a plan in the world.

She was Anna Madrigal, a self-made woman, and there was no one else in the world exactly like her.

When it was over, Mary Ann left the bar and walked through Aquatic Park to the bay. She stood there for several minutes in a chill wind, staring at the beacon on Alcatraz. She made a vow not to think about her mother for a while.

the parrots were annoyingly arrogant. You could buy the most beautiful one in town, she observed, but that wouldn't make it love you. You could feed it, care for it and exclaim over its loveliness, but there was nothing to guarantee that it would stay home with you. There had to be a lesson there somewhere.

Never enter relationships. Otherwise, suffer the pains that come with it. Enjoy your individuality while you can.

I can't have you making tea for me. It's not decent.

What is the point of being on this Earth if you are going to be like everyone else?

Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer.

Hij begint te praten. 'Je moet niet toegeven aan de narcistische reflex om te willen helpen. Zo'n man kan het alleen. Als je hem gaat helpen wordt hij afhankelijk. Je kweekt afhankelijkheid. Je moet hard zijn. Alleen helpen waar het echt niet anders kan en verder laten gaan. De grote vijand van de hulpverlener is de narcistische reflex.

Poole and Bowman had often humorously referred to themselves as caretakers or janitors aboard a ship that could really run itself. They would have been astonished, and more than a little indignant, to discover how much truth that jest contained.

Personally, I refuse to drive a car - I won't have anything to do with any kind of transportation in which I can't read.

There was no objection when he said: "I'm going after it." Nor did he expect there to be; his life was now his own, to do with as he pleased. He

Please leave me alone; let me go on to the stars.

who is better off, the child with a mentor who knows and tells everything or the one whose teacher helps the child find her own answers?

They no longer formed a single group, united in the common cause of survival. Now their lives had diverged again into a score of independent aims and ambitions. Humanity had swallowed them up once more, and the ocean swallows a raindrop.

They no longer formed a single group, united in the common cause of survival. Now their lives had diverged into a score of independent aims and ambitions. Humanity had swallowed them up once more, as the ocean swallows a raindrop.