Quotes About Composure

I like a guy who is confident and easy-going, but a man who's a man, not a man who is a little boy. I like a man who is comfortable with himself.

the truth she gathered, enlarging her strength, enlarged likewise the composure that comes of strength.

Depend upon it, you are just the sort of girl a man would be glad to have for his sister! You don't even know how to swoon, and I daresay if you tried you would make wretched work of it, for all you have is common sense, and of what use is that, pray?

With the aid of the baluster-rail and Mr Goring's stalwart arm she arrived, panting but triumphant, on the first floor, and paused to take breath. Observing that Lybster was about to throw open the door into the drawing room she stopped him by the simple expedient of grasping his sleeve. Affronted, he gazed at her with much hauteur, and said in freezing accents: Madam? Looby! enunciated Mrs Floore, between gasps. You wait! Trying to push me in - like a landed salmon!

What a nonsensical thing it would be in me to allow myself to become alarmed by a trifle such as murder!

You mustn't frown, Venetia, never in my presence, at all events!

If I get annoyed because I'm not in the headlines and don't do well in training, I won't do well if I have to go in. I've to be prepared because the World Cup isn't easy.

It's my rule never to lose me temper till it would be detrimental to keep it.

Amelie' was a very precise, a very composed performance - ultra-defined, down to the tips of her fingernails, the ends of her hair.

The secret for someone in my position is to keep it simple. Keep possession and keep the ball moving quickly so that you tire out your opponents; that's my method.

Balance is good. You should always have balance... you need it to survive.

I pride myself in being able to survive just about any situation on stage now. I can handle pressure.

Ambassadors, of course, do not blush. It is a requisite of the job that they can sustain any manner of insult without any visible change at all to their face.

He carefully maintained the blasé air of one who had been here before and had been incredibly well dressed that time too

I allowed silence to accumulate while I got my impressiveness together

Each boy stood, slouched yet stiff, hands in pockets. If the dog had pockets, she'd have had her paws in them, too, for sure.

She didn't overreact. It may have crossed her mind to march down to the woman responsible for sending this charity shitbox, but she didn't. She swallowed the glint of anger. She packed it into her prim-and-proper voice, and like her son, moved on.

Even Rudy stood completely erect, feigning nonchalance, tensing himself against the tension.

His eyes kindled and a slight flush sprang into his thin cheeks. For an instant the veil had lifted upon his keen, intense nature, but for an instant only. When I glanced again his face had resumed that red-Indian composure which had made so many regard him as a machine rather than a man.

Remain calm, patient, and good humored.

He remained restrained and strangely composed. It was a composure born of extreme provocation. It stemmed from a lucidity that lies beyond rage.

I admired Grenville's ability to brush aside bad encounters and continue serenely with his day, as though no one could possibly upset him. Perhaps he was practiced because he'd been raised to it, but I'd never learned the art of it, and doubted I ever would.

neither flushed nor pale.

Here come the guests. Keep calm, now, and we'll go on playing our old roles.