Quotes About Bold

If I had to define my style, I'd say edgy sleek.

I'm definitely more of a rockstar than anything.

I am capable of bad taste - deliberately.

I wouldn't bother to describe me. I'm Eartha Kitt.

Once someone asked me three words that best describe me and I said 'Loud, Louder, and Loudest'!

I like to describe my style as S&M chic with a little hood-rat appeal.

Our leadership in D.C. should be bold and determined.

My films have a bold interpretation. They are unapologetic about showing intimacy. Going by the number of people who come to watch my films, this is what our target audience yearns for.

I have the word 'Shameless' tattooed on my chest.

I don't know what genre out there that I would be afraid to do. If I am afraid to do it, that's not my cup of tea. It ain't much that's not my cup of tea.

Yeah? Can you draw a skeleton riding a motorcycle with flames coming out of it? And I want a pirate hat on the skeleton. And a parrot on his shoulder. A skeleton parrot. Or maybe a ninja skeleton parrot? No, that would be overkill. But it'd be cool if the biker skeleton could be shooting some ninja throwing stars. That are on fire.

Nico, I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest.

Me don't go boom boom in no ones panties.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!What dangers thou canst make us scorn!Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!

Authority: I certainly think that it is better to be impetuous than cautious, for fortune is a woman, and it is necessary, if you wish to master her, to conquer her by force; and it can be seen that she lets herself be overcome by the bold rather than by those who proceed coldly.

Oh, how long were the days of a man. When he strode upon the broken land. He sailed as far as a man could steer. And he never wished to lose his fear. For the fear of man is a thing untold. It keeps him safe, and it proves him bold! Don't let fear make you cease to strive, for that fear it proves you remain alive! I will walk this broken road, and I will carry a heavy load! So come at me with your awful lies, I'm a man of truth and I'll meet your eyes!

That's not a man who's either afraid or guilty.

Occasionally she would come to church, stalking unconcernedly up the aisle to a prominent seat. She never put on hat or shoes on such occasions, but when she wanted to be especially grand she powdered face, arms and legs with flour!

was like I was hurting myself and he was showing me how it looked. It was right there on his face. How it looked when we listened to our fear. Our uncertainty. When we let it be the thing that guides us. How, even if it may masquerade as safety, it almost always, ultimately, does more damage than figuring out how to do something greater, braver. Something bold. Be the opposite of yourself.

I look like a biker slut from hell meets soldier of fortune pinup.

When in doubt be bitchy.

Thanksgiving was in trouble. It needed… A SUPERHERO! No, not that kind. Thanksgiving needed a real superhero, someone bold and brave and stubborn and smart. Thanksgiving needed Sarah Hale. Now, I know what you're thinking. She doesn't look like a superhero. She looks like a dainty little lady. Never underestimate dainty little ladies.

How did she do all of these things? She was bold, brave, stubborn, and smart. And Sarah Hale had a secret weapon… a pen.

Boldly, perhaps still warm from human bodies, the unmade double bed bore visible witness to the point and purpose of this room.