Quotes About Confidence

Zo. I'm no damn pussy

You're a goddess among those who think themselves demigods.

The ability to accessorize is what elevates us from lower-life forms, I said in my lecture voice, choosing a pair of diamond-studded drops for my ear. Like men.

You are special. Accept that about yourself, and you will begin to understand there is true power in your uniqueness.

You might want to know that my dad taught me to shoot so that I could hunt with him, which I've been doin' since I was a kid. I can kill a pheasant in flight. I can kill a rabbit running for its burrow. I've even shot a squirrel scrambling up a great big ol' oak. So, I can damn sure hit your knee from a few feet away. Now, you and your boys need to back the fuck away from our truck, or I will happily give you tangible proof that I am indeed an excellent shot.

I'm a monster, not a moron.

Comfort is for sissies and unattractive people

Would you say my head was like a pumpkin, Wooster?' 'Not a bit, old man.' 'Not like a pumpkin?' 'No, not like a pumpkin. A touch of the dome of St Paul's, perhaps.

cats on hot bricks could take hints from me

He sallied forth, having told all those bally lies with the clear, blue, pop-eyed gaze of a young child.

Never mind, I said crisply. I have my methods. I dug out my entire stock of manly courage, breathed a short prayer and let her have it right in the thorax.

I wish people wouldn't tell me I can't do things.

Especially if the girl he had earmarked was one of these tough modern thugs, all lipstick and cool, hard, sardonic eyes, as she probably was.

She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season. She had

The only thing that prevented a father's love from faltering was the fact that there was in his possession a photograph of himself at the same early age, in which he, too, looked like a homicidal fried egg. This proof that it was possible for a child, in spite of a rocky start, to turn eventually into a suave and polished boulevardier with finely chiselled features heartened him a good deal, causing him to hope for the best.

One of the rooted convictions of each member of the human race is that he or she is able without difficulty to open a door which has baffled their fellows.

Her eye was aflame, and she spoke like Cleopatra telling an Ethiopian slave where he got off.

One must defy, not apologize.

I have always considered you an extremely sound young potato.

He was a long, slender youth, with green eyes, jet-black hair, and a passionate fondness for the sound of his own voice.

Oily started, and a hot flush suffused his forehead. His professional pride was piqued. In no section of the community are class distinctions more rigid than among those who make a dishonest living by crime. The burglar looks down on the stick-up man, the stick-up man on the humbler practitioner who steals milk cans. Accuse a high-up confidence artist of petty larceny, and you bring out all the snob in him.

Spode, also, seemed a good deal

The world is full of men who ought never to shave their upper lip, and Blair Eggleston was one of them. Coming out into the open, as it were, like this, he had revealed himself the possessor of a not very good mouth. A peevish mouth. The sort of mouth that bred doubts in a girl.

I had staked all on Gussie making a favourable impression on his hostess, basing my confidence on the fact that he was one of those timid, obsequious, teacup-passing, thin-bread- and-butter-offering, yes-men whom women of my Aunt Dahlia's type nearly always like at first sight.