Quotes About Assertiveness

A diminished self-image will cause you to slouch, to avoid meeting others, to avoid looking others in the eye, to be unassertive, and to be indecisive.

If someone is snarky or critical, I no longer try to "buff them up," send love, or try to explain my position. If the comment is nasty or a put-down, I just delete it. If it happens again, I simply press "ban user.

Hay momentos en los que incluso el corazón más bondadoso y comprensivo debe decir: No, ya basta. Y ese momento ha llegado.

She was no longer a coward, forcing bravery from herself—she was brave. "You're not going to kill me," she said, and with swift impatience, she jabbed her elbow in his gut.

I'll be damned if I apologize for the choices I've made. They were hard decisions, but I had good reasons for making them.

Don't worry, now that I know about your little ego problem, I'll do my best to look all gushy when you pound your chest.

There was a certain feminine satisfaction in having the last word, delivering her line smartly, and breaking the connection between them quickly and decisively.

I have one thing you don't,' he murmured against her neck, turning his head and nipping her earlobe. 'What?' His tongue teased her ear. 'Brute strength,' he whispered and removed the keys from her hand even as he captured her mouth with his. He didn't let her up until she kissed him back thoroughly, until her arms slid around his neck and she melted into him. He drove the truck with great satisfaction, smirking at her. 'Manly man, here, woman.

I'm totally susceptible to good looks. On the other hand, I don't like bossy men, so if you want worshipping from me, you'll have to keep your mouth closed and let me boss you.

Why are you so weak, ma petite ? This is not acceptable. She waved his concern aside. Is it acceptable for you to play around with other women? She didn't stop to think why it infuriated her, but it did. I've been taking care of myself for five years, Gregori, without your assistance. I don't need you, and I don't want you. And if I do have to have you around, a few rules are going to be followed.

That won't be necessary. They aren't living with us. They can get their own damn homes. If they want to hang around, they can sit out on the roof and play with their guns.

He just likes everyone to think he's a badass." "I am a badass, damn it," Jackson said. He picked up the comb and carefully started on the next thick strand of hair. "You seem to be the only one who isn't aware of it.

She wasn't asking his permission either. He wasn't in charge. She'd made that clear more than once. Shylah was an independent thinker, was used to working alone.

He preferred smaller knives, but when you wanted to make a statement, you did it big. He wanted this man cowed and willing to talk.

Don't even try that with me, Gregori." She included Mikhail in her stare. "And you, you big lunk, you would have gone along with him like the tree-swinging macho man you are. Watch these guys, Shea, they're impossible. They'll do anything to get their way." Shea found herself smiling. "So I've noticed.

Trap dictates," Cayenne said. She shrugged. "I don't mind at all. I decide whether or not I'm going to do what he says. If it matters more to him, I do it, if it matters more to me, I don't. It all works out.

Do not risk yourself , Gregori reprimanded. Mikhail grunted his annoyance. I am capable of protecting myself. So you say , Gregori retorted.

She wasn't ever going to be that woman regulated to the background.

Go back to sleep, you big baby. I can handle things just fine, thank you very much, without any great big he-man to protect me. I would much prefer that you return to the safety of the inn until I rise. There was the merest hint of command in his voice. He was trying to soften his manner with her, and she found herself smiling at his efforts. It isn't going to happen, so learn to live with it. American women are very difficult.

Stupid little bitch. You messed with the wrong man." "Stupid little bastard. You messed with the wrong woman." Alena had come down under him, but her legs were wrapped loosely around his neck. She tightened them and rolled, snapping his neck easily. "Idiot," she hissed. "I don't have time to play around. I've got a restaurant to run.

Because you're such a dick—tator." He found himself smiling all over again.

She was known as QBSITDROH She rattled off the letters fast as if she'd used them often. [...] You'll have to teach your special name to sisters-in-law. They occasionally need a humorous way to cope. What does it stand for? Queen bitch spawned in the deepest recesses of hell.

I don't need anyone's opinion. I've got my own.

Forget it. Never explain; never apologize. You can either write posthumously or you can't.