#dependence

It is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of God it shall be my dying sentiment, independence now and independence forever. ↗

— Daniel Webster

#dying #forever #god #independence #living

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#beauty #departure #independence #rely #themselves

Independence I have long considered as the grand blessing of life, the basis of every virtue; and independence I will ever secure by contracting my wants, though I were to live on a barren heath. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft

#basis #blessing #considered #contracting #ever

I was allowed to wander where I could. Here is a case in which you search for your independence and allow something creative to come out of that. ↗

— George Woodcock

#allowed #case #come #could #creative

If you want your energy bills to go up, you should support an ever greater dependence on foreign oil, because the rate of new discoveries is declining as demand in China and India is growing, and the price of oil and thus the price of coal will go sky high. ↗

— Al Gore

#bills #china #coal #declining #demand

Perhaps the fact that we have seen millions voting themselves into complete dependence on a tyrant has made our generation understand that to choose one's government is not necessarily to secure freedom. ↗

— Friedrich August von Hayek

#complete #dependence #fact #freedom #generation

So the fact that I’m me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#hurt #independence #uniqueness #emotion

In and of itself, nothing really matters. What matters is that nothing is ever in and of itself. ↗

— Chuck Klosterman

#culture

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former. ↗

— Matthew Gregory Lewis

#contentment #discontentment #hermit #hermits #hopelessness

You cannot want more for people than they want for themselves. ↗

— Johnnie Dent Jr.

#independence #self-sufficiency #goal-setting