Quotes About Attitude

A mood can be a mud puddle to be jumped over.

It was today—rather yesterday I think—that he told me it was important not to accept life as a brutal approximation.

The attitude you have as a parent is what your kids will learn from more than what you tell them. They don't remember what you try to teach them. They remember what you are.

I was just being civil, the waiter retorted sulkily. The

If I had to marry someone, it wouldn't be a bossy little gal with a tongue like barbed-wire and a mind about as narrow.

The Mets lose an awful lot? Listen, mister. Think a little bit. When was the last time you won anything out of life?

I'm growing older but not up, my metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck. Let the hands of time blow over my head, I'd rather die while I'm living, then live while I'm dead...

Thank you 'adults who wear back packs' for letting me know that I don't have to take you seriously

Carla was wearing a No Fear sweatshirt. You are too old, Amy wanted to tell her, for legible clothing.

She never puts on any weight, you'll notice that's often true of selfish women.

In the South they are convinced that they have bloodied their place with history. In the West we do not believe that anything we do can bloody the land, or change it, or touch it.

I'm not optimistic, darling, but I'm hopeful. There's a difference. I'm hopeful.

That Episcopal day school Marin attended from the age of four until she entered Berkeley had as its aim the development of a realistic but optimistic attitude, and it was characteristic of Charlotte that whenever the phrase realistic but optimistic appeared in a school communique she read it as realistic and optimistic.

The very language we use when we think about self-pity betrays the deep abhorrence in which we hold it: self-pity is feeling sorry for yourself, self-pity is thumb-sucking, self-pity is boo hoo poor me, self-pity is the condition in which those feeling sorry for themselves indulge, or even wallow. Self-pity remains both the most common and universally reviled of our character defects, its pestilential destructiveness accepted as given.

When my father was told that I had been rejected from Stanford, he shrugged and offered me a drink.

I feel at the moment I can't complete, that I've become smug and pissy and I Haven't a sense of Humor.

I can be nice on occasion, Mike said.

Kids that age are very accepting. If we could just get them to keep that attitude, it might be a kinder world.

I liked her better for showing a little spirit.

Polite contempt. The barbed and poisonous weapon of the righteous.

When the going gets tough, choose your cliché.

If I'm going to die today, the least I can do is look fabulous while I'm doing it.

There's no such thing as magic," I said. "Then call it something else." She shrugged. "Call it attitude, if you like. Call it charisma, or chutzpah, or glamour, or charm. Because basically it's just about standing straight, looking people in the eye, shooting them a killer smile, and saying, fuck off, I'm fabulous.

I've always recognized that look – that look of sanctified contempt adopted by the righteous.