Quotes About Autonomy

No, I have not sought counselling nor do I intend to seek it. I am a grown man. I am not receptive to being counselled. I am beyond the reach of counselling.

To lie in a woman's arms in a proper bed, to have good food to eat, to walk in the sun - how much more important these seem than the right to decide without advice from the police who should be my friends and who my enemies! (p 96)

Pues bien: en contra de tu parecer, las personas no se dividen en principales y secundarias. Yo no soy una secundaria. Tengo mi propia vida, que para mí es tan importante como para ti la tuya, y en mi vida soy yo quien toma las decisiones.

No somos estúpidos. Si necesitásemos que nos salvaran, ya nos habríamos salvado a nosotros mismos. No, no somos nosotros los estúpidos, sino sus agudos razonamientos, que solo le proporcionan respuestas equivocadas.

If you were to force people to do something against their free choice, you would be dehumanizing them. The option of forcing everyone to go to heaven is immoral, because it's dehumanizing; it strips them of the dignity of making their own decision; it denies them their freedom of choice; and it treats them as a means to an end. When God allows people to say 'no' to him, he actually respects and dignifies them.

All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.

Bottom line? As much as you wanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn't going to be what you wanted.

To his mind, free will was a privilege, not a right.

Butch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

The heart of another is never ours to demand if it is not freely given.

Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.

As much as you wanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn't going to be what you wanted.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

It was always better to follow a bumpy course of one's own than a smooth but intractable trail set by another. The former was harder, yet far more vital. The latter was like a living death...except you didn't know you were dying because you were in a coma.

It was always better to follow a bumpy course of one's own than a smooth but intractable trail set by another.

If you looked for validation from other people, by definition they could take that away if they chose. The safest path, as always, was to be your own rock, your own harbor, your own shelter. Am I okay? should only ever be answered by the person asking that question.

My body, my choice." As

Right or wrong, she made the choices in her life. No one else did.

If you looked for validation from other people, by definition they could take that away if they chose. The safest path, as always, was to be your own rock, your own harbor, your own shelter.

She was so much more, so much better than a stolen orgasm or two with a man that she should be handling with BBQ tongs and a fire extinguisher.

Jane studied him for the longest time. "What you did or didn't do doesn't matter to me. Because as far as I'm concerned, you're a free male as of right now.

even Chosen had the right to choose

You put your life on hold for me. And really, I get that. I appreciate that. But I'm not a baby anymore. Let go, Mom.