Quotes About Confidence

You think this is going to work? This peaceful summit thing?" "Sure," I said. After a second, I added, "Probably." "Probably?" "Maybe," I said. "We're down to maybe now?" I shrugged. "We'll see.

My brief flash of relief and confidence melted away. Good thing it did, too. I'm sure the world would come to an end if I were allowed to feel a sense of relief and well-being for any length of time.

Molly, you are a good person. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Not even yourself.

Not that I was worried about anyone stealing my car. I once had a car thief offer to get me something better for a sweetheart rate.

Still going with the phallic foci, eh? Staff and rod? They make me feel all manly.

All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight.

This isn't going to work," Justine murmured. "It is going to work," I told her, keeping my tone confident. "We'll breeze right in. The Rack will be with us." Justine glanced at me with an arched eyebrow. "The Rack?" "The Rack is more than just boobs, Justine," I told her soberly. "It's an energy field created by all living boobs. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.

Doesn't matter how pretty you are. What's important is how pretty you feel. No one feels pretty when they hear no often enough.

We've got a goddamned wizard! Fuck those guys!

A human of significantly less clumsiness than most came aboard, a small male, and despite its diminutive stature, it moved with a warrior's confidence and wore a very large and fine hat. Such hats often signified humans who considered themselves important, which was adorable for the first few moments and trying ever after.

I flicked a comb through my wet hair, for all the good it would do, and said, How do I look? Mostly human, she said. That's what I was going for.

I looked from the gadget-readied spear and body armor to my slender staff of plain old wood and leather duster. My dick is better than your dick, I said.

Legionares are not afraid of dinner," Max growled, giving the taurg a dire glare. "Dinner is afraid of legionares.

I swear to you, by my own stunning good looks and towering ego, that I am not lying to you.

Got it with you?" I asked Butters. "Are you kidding?" he said, grinning. "I may never put it down again." "So show her," I said. "You think that's . . . you know. Okay? To show it off like that?" "You aren't showing off," I said. "You're confirming her faith." Butters screwed up his face and then said, "Yeah. I guess that's okay, then.

It's only paranoia if I'm wrong. - Harry Dresden

Ascher eyed me. "You have a very negative attitude. Just relax and we'll get this done. Try not to look around so much. And for God's sake, smile." I smiled. "Maybe without clenching your jaw.

Lara [Raith] was gorgeous, brilliant, and sexier than a Swedish bikini team hiking up a mountain of money.

As long as we're going, we might as well go out in style.

Everything's mine, Francis," she replied in a merry tone. "The only question is whether or not it knows it is yet.

And you think you deserve to join the ranks of real Knights of the Sword," Nicodemus said, his voice smooth and confident. "You battered, scarred, broken thing. In my centuries I've learned exactly what is needed in a real Knight. You haven't got what it takes. And you know that. Or you'd have taken up the Sword before now.

This is why you're all kernels and I'm a major general. 'Cause you got corn silk in your ears.

We're stunning—and we need to be, if we're to make a good impression and accomplish our goals. It's vain, it's stupid, and it's shallow, but that makes it no less true.

You think you're funny." "Oh, I know I'm funny. Unappreciated, but funny.