Quotes About Confidence

It was nice to live where you could show how capable you were. This was her own world and she was a person of importance in it. There was a joy in her heart the clock round.

Åžüpheci olmak insan?n güvende olmas?n? saÄŸlard?.

Mrs. Allan has a lovely smile; she has such EXQUISITE dimples in her cheeks. I wish I had dimples in my cheeks, Marilla. I'm not half so skinny as I was when I came here, but I have no dimples yet. If I had perhaps I could influence people for good.

don't you be too sure your name won't ever be written up. Charlie Sloane is DEAD GONE on you. He told his mother — his MOTHER, mind you — that you were the smartest girl in school. That's better than being good looking." "No, it isn't," said Anne, feminine to the core. "I'd rather be pretty than clever.

Life which had seemed so grey and foolish a few moments before was golden and rose and splendidly rainbowed again. The diamond pendant slipped to the floor, unheeded for the moment. It was beautiful... but there were so many things lovelier... confidence and peace and delightful work... laughter and kindness... that old safe feeling of a sure love.

Not that I bother much with dress myself. Women just dress to please the men, and I'd never stoop to that . I have had a real placid, comfortable life, dearie, and it's just because I never cared a cent what the men thought.

What's the matter with you, Penny? You're not as good looking as you generally believe you are.

I can bear it when other people have a bad opinion of me but it hurts too much when I have a bad opinion of myself.

As a girl, as a woman, how did you possibly win? When faced with a whole damn life full of sexual situations and decisions, how did you possibly make all the right moves?

How do you fight an invisible opponent like suspicion?

If people are saying you shouldn't attack, they aren't thinking what's best for you.

He and Augustus had discussed the question of leadership many times. "It ain't complicated," Augustus maintained. "Most men doubt their own abilities. You don't. It's no wonder they want to keep you around. It keeps them from having to worry about failure all the time.

That in itself didn't bother her, though. If there was one thing she didn't need to do, it was to talk to a man.

Maude Rainey was built like a barrel, with a bosom as big as buckets and a voice that some claimed would make hair fall out.

said quietly. "It's how much you're worth to yourself. It's what you really can feel that makes you nice.

He and Augustus had discussed the question of leadership many times. "It ain't complicated," Augustus maintained. "Most men doubt their own abilities.

Most of the time, the only thing stopping us is ourselves.

I'm just not sure who I should be trusting here,' she says. 'Me,' I say. 'Just me.' She bites her lip, like she believes me, or at least like she is starting to believe me - which is more than I could hope for in this moment. Because you can't tell people to trust you. You have to show them that they can. And I haven't had enough time.

Did it every occur to you that if you weren't living in fear of other people's opinions of you, no one would have the power to take anything away?

Not if she hasn't succeeded in convincing them that she is behind them, no matter what.

No one else has a clue what you're doing, but at the end of the day, you get to where you want to go.

Qué orgullosa se sentía de ver a Esperanza tan segura de sí misma, tan inteligente, tan preparada, tan feliz, tan capaz, pero al mismo tiempo, tan femenina y tan mujer en el más amplio sentido de la palabra.

You don't meet many people who let you practice your self-confidence on them that way. The ones who do are either very weak or very strong.

She hated the powerlessness. The feeling of weakness always lurking beneath the surface, making her confidence seem phony, making her feel like a fraud. Other people in her profession went about the whir of life so nonchalantly, and their ease had always felt alien to her. It made her feel estranged from everyone else. How could people see what they saw—especially social workers and beat cops who saw everything—and not be consumed with anger all the time? How did they do it? Tara