Quotes About Confidence

I'm the bitch who makes you a man.

Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.

I knew you could do it, I knew you could, Libby, she mumbled into my hair, warm and smoky. Do what? Try just a little harder.

I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here.

I like to think I am confident and secure and mature enough to know Nick loves me without him constantly proving it. I don't need pathetic dancing monkey scenarios to repeat to my friends, I am content with letting him be himself. I don't know why women find that so hard.

Isn't a smile a girl's best weapon?

If you let a man cancel plans or decline to do things for you, you lose.

He wears his cockiness like an ironic T-shirt, but it fits him better.

Worries find you easily enough without inviting them. With Diane, worries were almost physical beings, leechy creatures with latchhooks for fingers, meant to be vanquished immediately. Diane didn't worry, that was for less hearty women.

Today I like my first ladies with a little bite.

I know I am right not to settle

Don't be a scared, dickless boy all your life, letting people push you around, letting people bring up the fear in you.

I'm not just pretty anymore, I am pretty for my age.

Diane didn't worry, that was for less hearty women.

The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you, my mother used to say whenever I resisted her grooming.

She simply makes things a reality by assuming they are such.

Nothing to worry about at all.

I put on a skirt and blouse for the meeting, feeling dwarfy, my grown up, big-girl clothes never quite fitting. I'm barely five foot -- four foot, ten inches in truth, but I round up. Sue me. I'm thirty-one, but people tend to talk to me in singsong, like they want to give me fingerpaints.

I PUT ON a skirt and blouse for the meeting, feeling dwarfy, my grown-up, big-girl clothes never quite fitting. I'm barely five foot—four foot, ten inches in truth, but I round up. Sue me. I'm thirty-one, but people tend to talk to me in singsong, like they want to give me fingerpaints.

Fake it, until you make it ..

Mama Mo does not insist. She simply makes things a reality by assuming they are such:

I hope you're feeling better about yourself too, Camille. That's an important thing, liking oneself. A good attitude infects just as easily as a bad one." "Enjoy the horses." "I always do.

He is the kind of guy who carries himself like he gets laid alot

She was a real talker, said whatever come into her mind. In a good way. Mostly." She was silent again for a few beats, but I could see her thinking back behind her eyes so I said nothing. "You know, I thought maybe she'd be a lawyer or college debater or something someday, because she was just Ã¢â'¬Â¦ she never stopped to measure her words. Like me. I think everything I say is stupid. Ann thought everyone should hear everything she had to say.