Quotes About Confidence

Ik doe niet aan kwetsbaar,' antwoordde Thea. 'Dat past niet bij mijn bitchy stijl.

I wasn't a puzzle. I was just a girl.

This was the beginning - and I was ready to be bold".

I don't do vulnerable," Thea retorted. "It clashes with my bitch aesthetic.

If she could do it, there was no reason she shouldn't." -The inheritance games

Jameson shrugged. "What can I say? I really am just that good.

Even if no one else loves you, you can. Even if no one else ever puts you first, you can.

You're going to fall," I told him. He smirked. "An interesting proposition.

I didn't want to be the glass ballerina or the knife. I wanted to prove, at least to myself, that I was something.

No one is going to believe you chickened out of anything," he said. From the way he'd phrased that, you would have thought I was fearless.

It wasn't just the rush or the thrill. I felt completely, utterly in control. I felt unstoppable. Like we were unstoppable.

Shape your reality. Make it true because you say it is.

Though they hadn't posted grades yet, she knew she'd aced all the classes, even if they had been as boring as shit.

As for the rest of you, remember this: YOU ARE WANTED. Big, small, tall, short, pretty, plain, friendly, shy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, not even yourself. Especially yourself.

There's this feeling you get when you write a really good, true sentence or paragraph or scene, and it makes you feel invincible, as if you can do anything. It feels like a superpower, and in that moment no one can touch you. You're the best there is. That's how you make me feel, Jeremiah Crew. Like I'm the best there is.

Too many people in this world think small is the best they can do. Not you, Libby Strout. You weren't born for small! You don't know how to do small! Small is not in you!

You're probably better at math than I am, because pretty much everyone's better at math than I am, but it's okay, I'm fine with it. See, I excel at other, more important things—guitar, sex, and consistently disappointing my dad, to name a few. By the way, it's apparently true that you'll never use it in the real world. Math, I mean.

Except that only small people- the inside-small kind- don't like you to be big.

You know, that's what you've been doing in a way--coming out. Coming out of your room. Coming out of your house. Coming out of your shell.

He kisses me again and leans sexily against the door, as if he knows how good he looks.

You dress to please yourself. If she doesn't like you for you, then you don't need her.' All of this would be fine if I knew exactly who me for me was.

Besides, I kind of like my face intact like this, two eyes, one nose, one mouth, a full set of teeth, which, if I'm being honest, is one of my better features.

Be the person I'm meant to be and have that be enough.

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak. And then there's nothing to do but run harder and fill myself with other words: This time will be different. This time, I will stay awake.