Quote About Attitude Novels & Stories

He asked himself in despondency. He mulled over the series of attacks on him and remembered George's and Tim's response the last time he was attacked. (Don't let it bother you, Dad. They are like the stones on my way that threaten to trip me but I have gotten rid of them.” “He is right, Old man. Trouble will always come on our way to greatness. With the right attitude, we can overcome them.) He shrugged and prayed for him, "You will always overcome." "The breakfast is ready, Your Grace," Francis informed him.

“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?”

“Yes, he is a great guy. Many times I find myself taking sneak peeks at him while wondering how I got so lucky. He has shown me in different ways that if you are being loved, you will know.” “Hmmn, I have also heard of many situations of one being too blinded to see the truth. I for one went through that face.” She leaned into her chair and nodded in agreement. “You are right. Many people miss the larger details because the picture presented to them just seems okay enough. But your instincts are never wrong. You feel his sincerity from his touch. The way he looks at you. How he comes to your rescue every time. His desire to be in your space and get across to you. That can’t be faked. Even if

before she could finish Aiden cuts her off again. “Let me stop you right there and tell you this, your best wasn’t good enough,” he straightened his frame before he continued. “Your business will never make it to the top with that type of attitude,” Aiden remarked. He might as well had punched Katherine in her face because that was how she felt. “Attitude, you haven't seen attitude yet,” Katherine was now serious. “First of all, you are the one who called my establishment with a stick lodged up your ass. You barely even gave me a chance to speak."

Madam Lilian could only blame herself for not fulfilling her duty as a mother. Hearing what she said, Sara looked at her with confused eyes. Madam Lilian held on tightly to her hand and spelled it out earnestly. "My child, everyone's life will not be smooth sailing and it depends on one's attitude in life. We must be optimistic, energetic, and live happily. Only then will we get to enjoy the beauty of life. Those who are conservative and negative will only live in the shadow of the past. Not only will there be no happiness, but they also lose the meaning of life." Madam Lilian sighed at that point. "My child, in fact, you are much more blessed than I am."

Petty vampire. “As much as I want to say it tastes just like your attitude, I must admit that's not true. It's surprisingly good,” I replied. “Wait, you think my attitude is bad?” He asked, and I was shocked to see surprise in his face. “Actually, your attitude isn't bad,” I said and reveled in the smile that took up his entire face before I struck the final blow. “It's rotten.” His mood immediately soured, and I burst out in laughter. It was almost comedic to see him displaying human emotions without restraint, instead of hiding behind his usual cold and indifferent look.

Another two years after that, my own international trade company had an annual revenue of millions. Roscoe and I appeared together on the cover of a young entrepreneurs magazine. When the reporters asked me to say something, I suddenly remembered a quote by a respected figure. "What you see is who I am—good or bad, I won't argue. I neither wish to explain nor care to. How much you understand me is how much you deserve to know. Your opinion of me is irrelevant and unnecessary. Girls, just be yourselves. We don't need anyone else's approval."

The soft music calmed my spirit, and I hoped it would keep me calm when I saw Lucas’s annoying presence. I located him sitting alone with a cup of water at the far end of the cafe. I walked to him with my hands in my pockets. “It better be worth it,” I said and sat down. “You should learn to ease up on your tough attitude sometimes. People don’t like your face as much as they used to anymore. If you don’t start smiling, I fear it will freeze that way.” Lucas drank from his cup. “Why don’t you mind your fucking business?” “If people don’t tell you the truth, I will. I think your perception of your status has turned into an obsession.”

She asked. "There are a million answers for that," I said, laughing amidst the mental distress I felt. "I will get better as long as you stop attributing my sickness to God. He had nothing to do with my condition." "Seriously," she continued, "you should change your attitude towards the things of God. I mean, you are always bitter when his name is mentioned anywhere. That is a pure sign of hatred towards the creator of heaven and earth." "Mrs. Uju you shouldn't be making assumptions you are not sure of."

That didn’t go unnoticed, his chuckle ringing in my head. “What if I won’t?” “Then your perfect boyfriend will learn something new.” “Do you even understand that you’ll ruin my mission? You claim to care about me! Well, this isn’t the best way to show it!” I spit the words through gritted teeth. “First, I don’t give a fuck about you. Secondly, you did the exact opposite of what I told you to do. Oh, and there is more, I can destroy your life in a split of a second, and make it a living hell. So think about your attitude before opening your dirty mouth.” His rumbling voice affecting my confidence.