Attitude Quotes Novels & Stories

– He replied directly to Lauren, wanting her to be able to respond. — No, we just want a union that changes people's minds, that's what America is, a lot of what happens is appearance, which doesn't invalidate anything, if appearance can change what some think, then let's use that in our favor, your highness. Also, demonstrating good public attitudes can make your life easier in many ways. – It was personal advice, Lauren didn't expect her to take it seriously, but at least she tried, she knew she had an intemperate attitude, that she only did what she wanted.

He turned to Rita with a furrowed forehead and a hint of surprise which he covered with his flat face. "You knew me from the start?" “Not just me, some people here probably know you. But they don't have the courage like me to greet you.” "What? As an ex-convict or as a successful businessman?” “I've read your news on the internet. I got inspiration from the quote you said outside the court, that no matter how small the goodness is in you, you have to make good use of it. Even ten percent of the good is more valuable and worth fighting for than just focusing on ninety percent of the bad.”

She glanced at me and retorted, "Who's the smooth operator here? You're just too close to the situation. Your brain is leagues ahead of the rest of us. "In my opinion, you've let the company stagnate in the years Matthew ran it. I'm certain that Tanum Corporation would’ve been much better off if you managed it the entire time.” "Well, that's not necessarily true. Matthew has his own strengths. He prioritizes profit, which is something I'm not as adept at. Sometimes, I place too much emphasis on loyalty and trust, and I'm not as flexible in negotiations." I reflected on my shortcomings. In truth, the lesson I received from Atticus today helped me recognize these weaknesses more clearly.

Never tell the enemy a single truth. "Ah, that explains the bad attitude." "My attitude is only bad towards people that make it their business to harass me all day and everyday." I said pointedly. "Well, it was either that or let you slip off my fingers." "And how's that working out for you?" I tilted my head in question. "Touché." "Exactly. If you'd asked me nicely the first time we'd met, I might have considered sleeping with you. Hell , I would have but you just had to open your big mouth and speak."

he commented. “I just love him, Dad. I love him a whole bunch,” I murmured while peppering Axel's curled lips. “You gave me your lugh light?” He questioned me. Nodding I told him that I'd thought I had and was waiting for proof. “So I can evaporate assholes like you did the twins?” Sighing deeply, Atticus laughed condescendingly. “You must first learn how to control it and your emotions!” Axel pffted him and exclaimed that he could easily control his emotions.

“I’m not sure I can say the same about you.” Madison’s chest is heaving as she takes a step towards Atticus. “Stop ruining my shot, Atticus. Unless…” she gives me a very pointed glare, “unless you want to make a real fuss over things.” Atticus pauses, contemplating something that makes his face go blank in the way that he does just before he puts on his mask of arrogance. Laughing, he flips his hair as he says, “I’m sure you meant no harm, Madison, but your photographers must know when they have crossed the line.” His grin widens as he adds. “Wouldn’t you agree that is an important quality in a subordinate?”

I believe it was due to his attitude. A negative attitude can push customers away, regardless of how much someone enjoys their job. “Stop acting like this. No wonder you don’t get customers,” I said, the last words slipping out by mistake. I didn’t know how, but he glared at me in a way that made me choke on my laughter. “Ungrateful bitch…” he whispered. I could clearly hear him. “Who are you referring to?” I raised my finger at him, striking my other hand against the counter. I felt another thud in my head. Everything is spilling around us. What was happening?

For someone as pretty as she is, she’s got some attitude. “Exercise a little patience, will you? Or is the concept foreign to you?” I reply with a teasing smile. It’s always fun to poke fun at a gorgeous woman with an attitude. Even the smallest thing makes her snap back in defense mode and her fiery temper always serves as an amusing distraction. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?” I shrug innocently. “Nothing really. Except short and angry is a bad combination.” Not that she’s short. On the contrary she isn’t, but I can’t help myself.

They're looking at the wrong person. "You got a problem with the throw, Coach" I say, voice even, almost bored, "or just with me?" Hart's jaw flexes. "I have a problem with attitude that thinks talent is a free pass." "Talent's why I'm here." I tip my head, smiling without warmth. "Attitude's why I stay. You should try it sometime. Might loosen you up. God knows you need it, the way you stomp around out here like someone owes you an apology."

"Uhmm, yeah?" "It's not cute, this bitchy attitude thing you have going on, it just makes you stereotypical and immature." Her lips set in a straight line and she glared at him as if she would grab him by the neck and be the end of him if she could. "What do you think your I'm a nice man attitude makes you? An easy to control airhead with a sprinkle of 'I'm going to do what I think you want so you'll like me because I crave being liked' that's a better option yeah?"