Quotes About Aplomb

Always mature for her age, she had gained a certain aplomb in both carriage and conversation, which made her seem more of a woman of the world than she was, but her old petulance now and then showed itself, her strong will still held its own, and her native frankness was unspoiled by foreign polish.

Not all our investors reacted with such aplomb, but every last one of our more than ninety limited partners stood fast. No one asked to withdraw.

I've seen some of the most violent hard cases in the city twinkling through a quickstep and dipping into a tango with an aplomb and skill that would have earned them a guest spot on Come Dancing.

Many television critics, writing of Kermit during that pivotal first season, thought Kermit was already one of Hollywood's great straight men—"funny not because of what he does," wrote one reviewer, "but because of what others do around him, and because of the aplomb with which he bears their doings.

It is native personality, and that alone, that endows a man to stand before presidents or generals, or in any distinguished collection, with aplomb -and not culture, or any intellect whatever.

If you're a girl, aplomb is one thing you really need: you can use it to make that rapist, that editor, back down. Aplomb: confidence and poise. She does not explain, analyze, plead, confess or fuss. She narrates; her transfiction is like O'Hara's poetry: I did this and I did that. This is what gives it its poise. She is so nonchalant, so reticent in the narration of her own life, that I think she may be some kind of saint.

If I had to define 'sexy' now, as Disney as it sounds, I would have to say it's about complete and utter confidence.

It was hardly a surprise to find St. Vincent here, since his family owned the club, and his maternal grandfather had been Ivo Jenner himself. In recent years, St. Vincent had taken over the management of the club from his father. By all accounts, he was doing an excellent job of it, with his customary cool and relaxed aplomb.

Are you physically strong enough for this?" Severin asked Gibson doubtfully. "Would you like to arm-wrestle?" she offered with such cool aplomb that Rhys let out a huff of amusement. "No," Severin said at once. "I can't take the chance that you might win." The doctor smiled at him. "I doubt I would win, Mr. Severin. But I would at least make it difficult for you.

Arousal and embarrassment warred for space inside her, but she managed both with equal aplomb—she was nothing if not an excellent multitasker. "How long have you been there?