Quotes About Autonomy

Ben, tek ba??ma ya?amal?y?m; ba?kalar?n? zehirlememeliyim.

A long leash is still a leash.

Once you grow past Mommy and Daddy coming running when you're hurt, you're really on your own. You're alone, and there's no one to help you.

People have the right to call themselves whatever they like. That doesn't bother me. It's other people doing the calling that bothers me.

Let them see that you trust them & let them solve their own problems, make their own decisions.Do that & they will commit their lives to you. Bully the, control them out of fear or malice or just for your own convenience, & after a while you'll have to spend all your time thinking for them, controlling them, & stifling their resentment.

What are you?" I whispered."What are we to you?" She lay still, rested her head on her topmost coil. "You know me as no other does," she said softly. "You must decide.

A tree Cannot grow In its parents' shadows.

The Human Contradiction held them. Intelligence at the service of hierarchical behavior. They were not free.

Sometimes they need to prove to themselves that they still own themselves, that they can still care for themselves, that they still have things—customs—that are their own." "Sounds like an expression of the Human conflict," Aaor said. "It is," I agreed. "They're proving their independence at a time when they're no longer independent...

You aren't flawed. I noticed even before I went to my parents that there was a wholeness to you—a strong wholeness. I don't know whether you'll be what your parents wanted you to be, but whatever you become, you'll be complete. You'll have within yourself everything you need to content yourself. Just follow what seems right to you.

Se sono tuoi, stabilisci tu le regole. A chi importa che cosa ne pensano i giocattoli? Spazza via l'intera famiglia di un giocattolo, poi dagliene una nuova. I bambini giocattolo, come i figli di Giobbe, sono intercambiabili.

She glanced at him. "What gods do you respect?" "None." "And why not?" "I help myself," he said.

too. A woman should have something of her own." Doro

They forced you to have kids?" the man asked. "One of them surprised me," she said. "It made me pregnant, then told me about it. Said it was giving me what I wanted but would never come out and ask for." "Was it?" "Yes." She shook her head from side to side. "Oh, yes. But if I had the strength not to ask, it should have had the strength to let me alone.

You want to be what you are. That's healthy and right for you. What we do about it is our decision, our responsibility. Not yours.

even people who loved me could demand more of me than I could give-and expect their demands to be met simply because I owed them.

I'm not some kind of potential Job, long suffering, stiff necked, then, at last, either humble before an all-knowing almighty, or destroyed. My God doesn't love me or hate me or watch over me or know me at all, and I feel no love for or loyalty to my God. My God just is.

Once you grow past Mommy and Daddy coming running when you're hurt, you're really on your own. You're alone, and there's no one to help you

A tree Cannot grow In its parents' shadows.

They forced you to have kids?" the man asked. "One of them surprised me," she said. "It made me pregnant, then told me about it. Said it was giving me what I wanted but would never come out and ask for." "Was it?" "Yes." She shook her head from side to side. "Oh, yes. But if I had the strength not to ask, it should have had the strength to let me alone.

Humans are freer to decide what they want," he said softly. "They only think they are," Dehkiaht replied.

People have the right to call themselves whatever they like. That doesn't bother me. It's other people doing the calling that bothers me.

You cannot live to please everyone else. You have to edify, educate and fulfill your own dreams and destiny, and hope that whatever your art is that you're putting out there, if it's received, great, I respect you for receiving it. If it's not received, great, I respect you for not.

Love is the revelation of the other person's freedom.