Quotes About Confidence

He was tall, dark, and handsome in his black-and-silver finery, walking as if he owned the world. Only his quick blink and the worried pucker between his eyebrows gave away the fact that he knew he didn't - not even a little piece of it.

Without him nothing was done, and through him everything was done, and the king trusted him more than any other.

The solid citizens going by, who make up the crowd, see nothing, know nothing. They are scarcely, imperceptibly, dislodged from their calm state of confidence by the trivial event: Divine being led away by the arm, and her sisters who bewail her.

The danger was within itself: it was the crisis of confidence it was going through, the fear of being itself. When you considered them individually, French boys were as active and intelligent as ever. But they lacked the sort of shared hope and dreams which are the sign of health in a people. The fact that the celebrations for the 150th anniversary of the Revolution were only funeral commemorations revealed that weakness, that lifelessness. It was so clear

rien n'est beau en ce monde comme le visage d'une femme qui ne cherche pas à plaire.

It's always the badly dressed people who are the most interesting.

What a good thing it is to have in this world one person of whom who need not cherish the smallest fear!

He embraced me before them all, and he cried: 'Let every man favor his own doctor. This Dr. Colet is the doctor for me....

They were seated at the banquet side by side, immediately good friends, their great attraction being that each of them knew there was nothing to fear from the other.

People called her wild, but she wasn't. Not really. She just didn't give a shit what they thought. Maybe that was what they found so unforgivable in the end.

Sentirse auténtico significa ser libre para desarrollar rasgos y potenciales que son predisposiciones innatas. Cuando somos aceptados y se nos permite ser auténticos, es posible tener autoestima y autenticidad a un mismo tiempo.

Sometimes she thought she was mostly a collection of minor talents.

you could well be right. But surely the answer is for women to become more assertive and not let themselves be subjected?

From doing to listening in the end, the most important thing is not to do things for people who are poor and in distress, but to enter into relationship with them, to be with them and help them find confidence in themselves and discover their own gifts. . . . The promise of Jesus is to help us discover that the poor are a source of life and not just objects of our charity.

Flowing from this union, source of a plenitude of joy, the love of the couple reveals itself through the daily acceptance of the limits and faults of each other and in mutual openness. It is this acceptance in and through gentleness, kindness, forgiveness, confidence and the desire to see shining in the other the warm light of the Spirit of God that becomes the great sign of the merciful love of God for man and His incessant forgiveness.

When people say that they can only obey an authority in which they have total confidence, they are looking for an ideal father. . . . If the condition of obedience is emotional trust, the way is open to anarchy and the possible death of the community.

Have confidence, dear friend. You have preserved all your priestly integrity, and your thousands of sermons will argue in your behalf before God, to excuse this lack of inner life of which you speak." "My sermons!" cried the dying man, "Oh what a light I see them in now! My sermons! If Our Lord is not the first in bringing up the subject of them, you can be sure that I won't mention it!

The Tudors hated to be wrong, and therefore never were.

Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't.

I am good at walking away. Rejection teaches you how to reject.

Lydia is dubious at first, but if you can't trust a librarian, who can you trust?

She feigns confidence in the way all mothers know how to do in front of their children. She wears the fierce maternal armor of deceit.

She was a woman who had never been beautiful, but who took care to appear as if she might once have been.

If you can't trust a librarian, who can you trust?