Quotes About Confidence

I need to know," we tell ourselves. "No," God answers softly, "You need to trust.

We only trust people we know,' says Martha Tennison...'If you're struggling to trust God, it may be because you don't really know God.

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind" (2 Timothy 1:7, KJV).

Marie: So why are you called Horse? Horse: Cause I'm hung like one.

Just 'cause I'm the picture of manly perfection doesn't mean I don't have a brain.

So, what do you think?" I asked. "About what?" "Fucking, of course. Remember? I'm not a need a little girl who needs protection, Hunter. I know what I want. Just lay back and relax because it's not personal. I'm just going to borrow you're dick for a while.

One of her in dirty sweats is worth ten of you naked on your knees, so get the fuck out.

I didn't need a man, but if I wanted one I'd take him and use him and then pass him along without a second thought, because I'd become a sophisticated, modern woman if it killed me. Sure. And I would lose ten pounds and age backward, too. Right after I learned to fly my invisible jet.

Life is too short to let a man call the shots.

Don't worry about me. I'm real good at this shit. Why do you think they made me president?

So why are you called Horse?" "'Cause I'm hung like one," he replied, smirking.

After Madden spoke, she turned to Ford, mentioning that she had been able to speak out about Weinstein in part because she was confident her encounters with him were part of a broader predatory pattern. "To stand up on your own was quite something," Madden said. "Yeah, I didn't know if there were other people" Ford replied.

I began to see that Wendy had something Tiger Lily hadn't even known she was supposed to have. Of all the things Tiger Lily had thought she might have to be for Peter-strong, brave; to be big and to keep up-she had never thought that the one thing he wanted most from her was simply to show that she believed in him, always and without fail.

Wendy's heart beat for Peter immediately-there was no slow growing, no dark distrustfulness like Tiger Lily had had, no hesitation. Wendy didn't believe in situations she couldn't bend to fit her, so there was no need to be distrustful. She had the blissful confidence of someone who had never been put in a pot of turkey broth to die.

The Lady shrugged nonchalantly. "You're a hider. Thats what you're thinking. And you're right." May swallowed and nodded, feeling very small. The Lady kneaded her wrinkled hands. "What you are hiding from the most, my dear, is that you are none of those things you are so afraid of being - cowardly, weak, small. You aren't afraid to know you're afraid. And you're most afraid that you're stronger than you know.

Of all the things Tiger Lily had thought she might have to be for Peter—strong, brave; to be big and to keep up—she had never thought that the one thing he wanted most from her was simply to show that she believed in him, always and without fail. For Peter, who feared losing so much, this was a great comfort indeed.

She had the blissful confidence of someone who had never been put in a pot of turkey broth to die.

She looked at Murphy, whose crazy brown hair leapt out of her cheap wool hat like snakes in a trick can of nuts. Then she winked at Judge Abbott as if they were in on some private joke. "Murphy, you should come in for a cut before your interviews start." Murphy squinted at Lucretia with exaggerated concern. "Do they do waxing? It looks like your mustache is growing back.

You looked strange climbing in the tree like that." Tiger Lily pulled her braids between her fingers, her sudden self-consciousness feeling foreign and strange to her. "I didn't do it to look nice," she said. "But you do care." Tiger Lily studied the tree and decided if she did care, she would now choose not to. "I don't," she said.

Maybe figuring it out is... I don't know, what it's all about. Constantly deciding. And you're true enough not to decide anything before you're ready, and you don't want to lock yourself up in a box. Maybe it's the sure people who are missing out.

If he's just not into you anymore, then buy yourself a cute pair of shoes and strut your fabulousness elsewhere.

Sometimes it doesn't matter too much what choice you make, as long as you make it quick and stick to it.

Take everything as a compliment, you can never be insulted.

If you wanted to see my cock that badly, you could just have asked.' 'No doubt a thing o' haunting beauty but i came for something else.