Quotes About Confidence

Kate, you're a pushover," the clerk said. I leaned over the counter and offered him my best deranged smile. "Wanna push and see if I fall over?

I'll stand next to you and look menacing." "No need to stand. You can sit and look menacing." "Thank you, my queen.

Well, you don't get to have any of my bullshit. I'm keeping it." Okay, and that didn't sound childish. Not at all.

Humble is for losers. I am a winner.

There was more to it than that—my mother's face had feminine gentleness. Mine didn't, at least not when compared to hers. If we were to stand side by side in a room full of people, I wouldn't get a single glance. And if someone had stopped to chat me up, she could've stolen him with a single smile. Pretty . . . Yeah. Nice understatement, Dad. On the other hand, if the same people had to pick one of us to kick a bad guy in the kneecap, I'd get the vote, no problem.

Oh wow, now that was a clever comeback. He'd surely drop to his knees and bow before my intellectual brilliance.

I don't believe you." "Wait." She held up her hand. "Let me check if I care." Hugh glared at her. "No," she said. "Apparently, I don't. It's good that we got that straightened out.

You're right. I have no idea what it's like to take shit from people I could kill with my eyes closed.

I had few social skills, but intimidation I did well.

We had a saying in the army," Tom Buckwell said. "Often wrong, but never in doubt. Once you decide what you need to do and how to go about it, you can't afford to second-guess yourself. You just do it.

You shouldn't give up what you are to make somebody else happy." "I decide what makes me happy!" She jumped off the bed and stomped off. "If it feels wrong, it probably is.

Some part of me is still convinced it's a fluke and eventually it will be ripped away from me. Deep down I expect it. Any hint of it and I roll down the cliff.

That idiot couldn't find his way out of a boot with floodlights and scout support. Trust me, victory is not in his future.

Am I not a master of my craft?" He paused, glaring at me. "Of course you are," I said, trying to keep my voice soothing. This would end in disaster. "Then you will bring this Grand Burger to me and I shall make it. You will taste it and you will weep, for it will be the best Grand Burger to ever grace a human mouth." He spun around dramatically and stalked off into the kitchen. "We should get him a cape," Sean said.

Anybody who had a problem with my extra hardware was welcome to make my day.

He led her to a small silver shuttle, a six-seater. "Am I flying with you in your personal craft?" "Yes," he said. "Is that wise?" "I thought we established that I don't care about being wise.

Vain. Terminal fear of T-shirts or any other garment that would cover his pectorals.

I kept thinking while I was pushing, I'm going to get huge. I'm going to get huge!" she said.

Danger, courage, fear, love: now he knew the real meaning of these words Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Yes, even love Ã¢â'¬Â¦ He felt better now, stronger, and very confident. He would never see the world through anyone else's eyes again. But more than that, anything he might love and believe from now on would come from himself, and no one else. Slowly, he put his hands together, lowered his head and, finally, prayed.

You've got such nice hair, it seems a pity to dye it blue.

She was a part, an evidence, of some pure uncracked unfissured confidence in the good which was never there for me again.

The young are self-satisfied really and utterly ruthless.

Lately Louise had decided to give up wearing make-up altogether, but had not yet acted upon the decision.

I love doubt in a woman. It's nearly as sexy as determination.