Quotes About Bravado

My risk tolerance is higher than some people's, but it's not nearly as high as some people's. I don't want to exaggerate my bravado. I haven't been on the front lines. I haven't ever stepped on a land mine.

But that was all bravado. Already - how had it come about so quickly - desire had begotten need. A few whispered words (perhaps he didn't mean them) and I was ready to follow. It was worse to think of staying behind, to grind one day upon another. Nothing to hold me here. None to regret my leaving, save Az.

The best thing to do was to brazen it out, throw your head back, walk with a swagger...

Afraid you won't be able to keep up," needled Volant, interrupting. "I thought you were The Fastest Flier in the Sky?!" "Really," said Gabby. "That's how you're going to play this?" "Yep, slowpoke, that's how I'm going to play it." And without another word, Volant the eagle launched into the air, pointed south, with not so much as a glance back.

But this is silly—we could sit here all night contrasting cock-lengths. I say mine is five feet long, you say yours is six, and shoots fire upon command.

I think I could beat Joe Frazier singing. I was in a Broadway musical called Big Time Buck Wright.

eggs. You're a liar! You're another. You're a fighting liar and dasn't take it up. Aw—take a walk! Say—if you give me much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a rock off'n your head. Oh, of course you will. Well I will. Well why don't you do it then? What do you keep saying you will for? Why don't you do it? It's because you're afraid. I ain't afraid. You are.

You and what army of snaggled toothed wine sots?

insouciance. But there's just something uniquely intimidating about

Around 2001, I went to rehab in Arizona, and I started to see what was going on and how the past affected me. I started to get a grip on it. But over the next decade, I reverted to the behaviour I used to protect myself when I was young - being mindless, being defeatist and full of bravado.

In America, the race goes to the loud, the solemn, the hustler. If you think you're a great writer, you must say that you are.

If you're talking, you gotta back it up. When you're a little kid, and you know you're the fastest in your grade, and y'all go out for Field Day, you tell everybody you're gonna win. You're not worried about it, because you know you're the fastest.

On the field, I'm very, very arrogant - cocky. I think that's how you have to be as a DB. All the great DBs I know - the best DBs ever - had that. I bet you couldn't rank the top 10 of DBs and say when he was playing he was very humble and didn't talk smack. I think it would be impossible.

Why, he's a coward, thought Blackie. He's a blustering poltroon, lily-livered, and full of hot air!

A banty-rooster sort of guy, the kind that likes to pick fights, especially when the odds are all their way.

The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation.

This crap had been going on for years now. In the absence of any real progress, gunter subculture had become mired in bravado, bullshit, and pointless infighting. It was sad, really.

In the absence of any real progress, gunter subculture had become mired in bravado, bullshit, and pointless infighting. It was sad, really.

Ignorance makes you very bold.

For all of his bravado, obnoxiousness, hatred, and vitriol, the scariest thing about Trump, to me, is his unique combination of ignorance about the world, convolved with ignorance about himself.

I wish I was fighting Jason High in his hometown. I would put him to sleep in front of all his fans. He's mainly a wrestler, but I'm an All-American wrestler. So I'm really not worried about Jason High.

I can drown a drink of water. I can kill a dead tree. Don't mess with Muhammad Ali.

Any fool knows that bravado is always a cover-up for insecurity. That's the truth. And on that note, I'll say goodnight. God love you.

Look, I know Phillip since he was five years old -- and even then you'd have thought he was six foot four and bulletproof, he was that mouthy. And bad? My Jesus Christ.