Quotes About Confidence

Cada uno de nosotros posee más virtudes de lo que se cree, pero sólo el éxito las pone de relieve, quizá porque entonces se espera que dejemos de manifestarlas.

Did you… need something?" he asked in a tight voice. I swallowed hard, my mind racing with a million things to say. The fear pricking at me, telling me I had one last chance to wimp out. To walk away. But I shook my head. No. Not this time. "Yes," I said simply. "I need something." "And what, may I ask, do you need?" I met his eyes. "You.

Anger, intelligence, and wit are ultimately more seductive than zero percent body fat.

No more humiliation for me, thanks very much. No more swallowing my anger. Honestly, I couldn't manage another mouthful. But it was delicious. Did you make it yourself?

I am different when my nails are done. I am more dynamic. I gesticulate more, I am better at scaring my staff. I can indicate impatience by drumming on tabletops and I can wrap up a meeting with a few choice clatters.

You have a magnificent moustache. You must be very proud of it.

Todays uplifting phrase is love your body exactly as it is. Yout think it is imperfect and you're right, but its only goning to get worse.

Nkechi never tried to hide her bottom. She was proud of it. Fascinating to me. Irish girls' lives were a constant quest for bottom-disguising or bottom-reducing clothing tactics. We can learn much from other cultures.

Stop, would you? My confidence is in bits. I'm forty-four and feeling every second of it, and even if I wanted to, there's no way I'd reveal this elderly body to a new man. It'd be like Game of Thrones when Melisandra takes off her necklace and ages nine hundred years.

But Lucy, I've no money. I put my face up to his and smiled. He smiled back. Frankly my dear, I beamed, I don't give a damn. I had always wanted to say that.

one thing I've learnt is never to underestimate the confidence of the most unremarkable of men.

but I couldn't get through the day wearing clothes belonging to elderly people. I am not Alexa Chung

Some people can make their ears move—it's their party trick. Don't feel bad if you can't do it. Just find yourself another party trick.

Hamstrung as I am with shortness and a tendency to roundness, which I need to watch like a hawk, I certainly don't look the part.

mistakenly thinking that if you improve your hair you can improve your life.

We lack faith in *what* exists within us because we lack faith in *Who* exists within us.

You playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightening about shrinking so others won't feel insecure around you. As you let your own light shine, you indirectly give others permission to do the same.

You need not apologize for being brilliant, talented, gorgeous, rich, or smart.

We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.

We think we're powerful because of what we've achieved rather than because of what we are.

Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone, and as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Don't stop now. Keep going. The next time someone makes you feel though, winning as you are, perhaps you're getting too big for your britches; say to them silently, i haven't even started yet.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

If I'm convinced that I'm not good enough, I will have a difficult time accepting someone into my life who thinks I am. It's the Groucho Marx syndrome of not wanting to like anyone who would want me in their club. The only way that I can accept someone's finding me wonderful, is if I find myself wonderful. But to the ego, self-acceptance is death.