Quotes About Confidence

Her grandmother laughed. "Oh, hon," she said, "it's never wise to look over your shoulder." "Huh?" "Just run the race on your own, I say. Don't fret about the others." This didn't make sense, for a moment, but then it did. Candle felt as if she'd had some burden lifted from her, and she gave Mercy a grateful smile and Mercy smiled back.

However different the two might be in other ways, they both had this notion that reading up on something, getting equipped for something, would put them in control.

she was old, she would have total confidence, finally. But look at her: still uncertain.

Coming here had not been a mistake. Willa couldn't say exactly how she knew that, but she did.

The first thing I tell people is, I'm just an ordinary woman. I'm just like you, I say, I can see they don't believe me.

It came to her so clearly now: the stiff-armed reach out to her side with her palm facing backward, the confident expectation of some trusting little hand grabbing hers.

I am a grown woman-- mostly-- and I can guzzle champagne with whomever I choose.

The feeling that the work is magnificent, and the feeling that it is abominable, are both mosquitoes to be repelled, ignored, or killed, but not indulged.

That girl in the painting looks so fierce, so strong. I want her to be the truth of me.

She squeezes my hand, and I feel that certainty I always had as a littlie. That I'm more than expendable. More than a body double.

It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

I don't want to be ugly all my life. I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say." "I'd rather have something to say.

It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself. Strength and reflexes were only part of it—Shay simply knew that she was special, and so she was. Everyone else was just wallpaper

You're still yourself on the inside, Shay. But when you're pretty, people pay more attention." "Not everyone thinks that way.

Shay scowled. "What, can't you stand me? Do you need to get some picture into your head so you can imagine it instead of my face?" "Shay! Come on. It's just for fun." "Making ourselves feel ugly is not fun." "We are ugly!" "This whole game is just designed to make us hate ourselves.

If is a word that can never be said too loudly

what you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful

Shay, I never would have gotten used to the idea. I don't want to be ugly all my life. I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say." "I'd rather have something to say.

Stevie can't, I imagine. Stevie wouldn't really want to. She would always dress up as flamboyantly as possible when she went out, so she'd be noticed. She's a different kind of person than I am. People are appreciating me for the reasons I want to be appreciated for, and not for my chiffon gown. [Laughs]

Beauty doesn't ask for attention

The more you're challenged, the more rigidly you assert your beliefs. You have nothing to lose because without your beliefs you're nothing anyway: they make you what you are. It's shit or bust.

success had bred confidence; confidence had blurred into complacency; complacency had caused human beings to behave awfully.

Do not suffer your good nature . . . to say yes when you ought to say no

Sometimes, we can't trust our own vision. We have to see the good another sees in us.