Quotes About Assertiveness

You dinnae have me yet!

But I should be the one to check! It's my house, and you shouldn't have to do it just because you're the man." He cast her a withering glance that was probably lost in the darkness. "Burn a bra if you want, but don't be ridiculous!" "Reece!" "What?" "Be careful!

Ask for what you want. Say what's on your mind. Be honest with me, and I'll always be honest with you.

Give willingly, refuse unwillingly," he writes in Émile. "But let your refusal be irrevocable. Let no entreaties move you; let your 'no,' once uttered, be a wall of brass, against which the child may exhaust his strength some five or six times, but in the end he will try no more to overthrow it. Thus you will make him patient, equable, calm and resigned, even when he does not get all he wants.

The world can't decide what's beautiful. So you decide, okay?

Here's what I believe: Your reality is totally up for grabs; if you don't create your own life, someone else will create something based on their own agenda and project that on you. Don't let them do it, my loves. Don't let them tell you that their something is bigger than your everything.

Because if you didn't speak your truth, there was always something that would speak it for you that much louder.

if you didn't speak your truth, there was always something that would speak it for you that much louder.

Fact is, blatant heterosexuals are all over the place. Supermarkets, movies, on your job, in church, in books, on television every day and night, every place - even in gay bars. & they want gay men & women to go hide in the closets - So to you straight folks i say - Sure, i'll go if you go too but i'm polite so - after you.

I've upped my standards. Now, up yours.

It's easier to apologize than ask for permission.

There is no room for church mice in improv quilting. You have to own your ideas, your choices, and your determination.

Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

The trick to going wherever you want unchallenged in a hospital is to walk briskly, nod to the people you know, and ignore the ones you don't. The nod reassures everyone that you are known, the brisk pace that you have a mission and don't want to talk.

He stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. "You need to be more careful," he growled. "Keep interfering in my business and you might get hurt." I said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, "The last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave." "I have no doubt about it." His voice was more satisfied then contrite.

I was going to have to come up with a rank for myself besides Alpha's mate. In the pack, I was just Mercy- but if ten more people called me the Alpha's mate, I was going to hit someone. It sounded like a chess move.

When we got to the moron who was sitting in the only path to the stairway, Adam caught my waist and lifted me over before stepping over the man himself. "Scott?" Adam said as we headed upstairs. "Yeah?" "Unless someone shoots you, skins you, and throws the results on the floor, I don't want to see you lying in the walkway again." "Yessir!

Beauclaire, for his part, sank back in the soft material of the couch as if the thought that it would impede him should he have to move quickly never occurred to him. I'm not afraid of anyone here, his body posture said. Charles's—relaxed, arms folded loosely, chin slightly tilted—said, You're boring me; either fight and die—or back off.

I might be dumb," I told him, putting my nose against his silk tie, "but I'm not that dumb. I've gotcha now and you aren't getting away.

I gave him a put-upon sigh. "I am not one of your pack members, Adam. I know this is difficult for you to fathom, so I'll speak slowly: I don't belong to you. I am under no obligation to tell you anything.

Honey will wipe the floor with you." His eyes went half-mast, and his voice dropped in evident pleasure. "I know.

Charles asked me to stay here, she said, rather than confronting Hosteen with his lie. "You aren't my Alpha-and even if you were, he can't make me do anything, either." She tappef herself in the chest with one of her needles and half sang, "Omega. Me." Dropping into her own voice she said, "As an Omega wolf, I don't have the urge to obey you. At all. Not even the tiniest bit. Don't worry, it makes the Merrick crazy too.

I'd be damned if I was going to be the victim of a loser - or anyone else.

I won't be forced either. I've had enough. If that makes me a dog in the manger, so be it. But if I am yours, then you damned well are going to be mine.