Best 128 quotes in «stubborn quotes» category

Get out of your mind and become crazy about your future in a creative way!

He stared at her hard and long, as if he were gauging a cloudbank that might be worth the trouble to sail around rather than through.

Give An African Child Or Adult A Enabled Environment And Proper Facilities Like In The West And See The Many Great Wonders That Would Be Manifested Through This Often Criticized Race. In My Own Case I Was More Fortunate, But Later Transformed From A Soft Heart Person To A Very Stubborn And Stone Heart Person To Enable Me Push On Through. All Those Who Knew Me Could Tell You Of Me Very Well Home And Abroad.

Fuck, she's so fucking stubborn.

I could take a hand in certain household matters," she conceded. "In addition to working as your assistant." "You propose to do both?" In a gently sardonic tone, he asked, "Don't you think that might be too much work for one person to handle?" "People say that you do the work of six men," she shot back. "If that is true, I could certainly manage to do the work of two." "I am not offering you two positions. I am offering only one- that of housekeeper." Strangely, the authoritative statement made her smile. There was no mistaking the challenge in her eyes, but it was a friendly provocation, as if she knew somehow that he was not about to let her walk away. "No, thank you," she said. "I'll have what I want or nothing at all.

How stubborn life is, It clings like silver in our souls.

I don't require any more sleep than you do, sir. If you stay up late, I am capable of doing the same. I also have work to do." His brows lowered in a forbidding scowl. "Go to bed, Miss Sydney." Sophia did not flinch. "Not until you do." "My bedtime has nothing to do with yours," he said curtly, "unless you are suggesting that we go to bed together." Clearly, the remark was meant to intimidate her into silence. A reckless reply came to mind, one so bold that she bit her tongue to keep from speaking. And then she thought, Why not? It was time to declare her sexual interest in him... time to advance her plan of seduction one more step. "All right," she said quickly. "If that is what it takes to make you get the rest you require- so be it." His dark face went blank. The lengthy silence that ensued was evidence of how greatly she had surprised him. My God, she thought in a flutter of panic. Now I've done it. She could not predict how Sir Ross would respond. Being a gentleman- a notoriously celibate one- he might refuse her proposition. However, there was something in his expression- a flicker in his gray eyes- that made her wonder if he might not accept the impulsive invitation. And if he did, she would have to carry it out and sleep with him. The thought jarred her very soul. This was what she had planned, what she had wanted to achieve, but she was suddenly terrified. Terrified by the realization of how much she wanted him. Slowly Sir Ross approached, following as she backed away one step, then another, until her spine was flattened against the door. His alert gaze did not move from her flushed face as he braced his hands on the door, placing them on either side of her head. "My bedroom or yours?" he asked softly. Perhaps he expected her to back down, stammer, run away. Her hands curled into balls of tension. "Which would you prefer?" she parried. His head tilted as he studied her, his eyes oddly caressing. "My bed is bigger.

I awaken by the heat emanating from your body. I wash the grapes and eat the bad ones so you don’t taste their bitterness. You place the bowl on your stomach and the cold makes you squeal. I smile. You simper. That is enough for me. I come home and eat my meal in silence. I avoid you. Your hand takes the dish I just placed in the sink and washes it. I rest my head on the wooden table. The dish is placed to dry. There are no footsteps. Then a mouth kisses the nape of my neck. My head sinks deep into the wood and my obstinacy drowns. That is enough for me. I write because of you, about you and for you. I will not perish when you leave for your existence is enough for me.

I don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at you. To dodge your skin in the hallway and leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat. It takes much too effort to stare at the sink so my eyes don’t smile at you in the mirror. It takes much too effort to look away as we undress and lie apart in the now bigger bed. It takes much too effort to stiffen my body because sleepy limbs forget fights and pride is always lost in dreams. It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us. I dread the light peeking through the parted curtains and empathise with your groans — I didn’t get any sleep either. I really don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at one another when it’s so easy for us to love.

If you adjust first time, compromise second time, failure is what you will get third time.

It better to repent than be stubborn at heart in evil ways.

If you can be heartless as the first man who visited the space, then there will be nothing impossibe for you to achieve.

I know you have baggage, I know you're going to be a pain in my ass, but I love you more that I ever dreamed possible.

In his younger days Grindhusen had been as stubborn and awkward as they come; now he was mild and stupid.

I treat my thoughts like an old person treats their valuables: I cannot for the life of me proceed to throwing them out.

It wasn't like he wasn't capable of happiness. It was almost as if he held himself away from it just the slightest bit. He felt undeserving of it, mistrustful of it, and the unfairness of that made her want to shake some sense into his stubborn head.

I was stubborn and refused to chase, I threw my ego away and chased; it does not matter. Some people are just not meant to be.

Misguided good men are more dangerous than honest bad men. It is because they are seen as good that, in and by good conscience, the mob will always, stubbornly back them without question.

My stubborn, self-savvy heart will not reach for the sky if my earth becomes everything I need. If people fill me up then where is my need for the transcendent? If everything is glory and beauty and sweetness and light, will I be the type of soul that reaches to Jesus?

Of course, the reader might argue that I was as stubborn in my viewpoint as they were in theirs. Yes, indeed, but I was right and they were wrong and that made the difference.

If you could stay as stubborn as when you were a child then you need not to compromise on your dreams.

I tried to abandon my tenacity, but I just couldn't let it go.

I will fight for you, and if you know me well enough, you know i am pretty darn good at winning.

Magic happens when a stubborn soul refuses to give up on her dreams!

Magic happens when a stubborn soul never gives up on her dreams!

May as well have ox blood running through those veins,” I added, “You’re as stubborn as one.

Most of the problems in life are because: We misunderstand people's intentions, We don't listen and jump to conclusions, Then we are too proud to apologise and too stubborn to forgive.

My heart goes out to some of those rather hostile yet highly intelligent individuals who may see problems really because they have solutions. That hostility is learned in defense; not offense. An often stubborn and prideful world, in its self-destructive, temporary bliss of ignorance, may be violently resistant to the watchful mind.

Never underestimate a determined woman!

People think I am strong. I am not strong. There is a difference between a strong person and a stubborn person who just won't put her sword down. I am the latter. Again and again and again... pick the sword up, pick the sword up, pick the sword up...

People skills are useless with cats, because cats are immune to training, and do whatever they decide in any situation... And most importantly they aren’t human.

People you don't like are pigheaded. Your friends are stubborn, or hold to their purpose.~Victor Radcliff

One-track mind easily predicted.

She was strong and stubborn but loving. She was an untouchable angel with a devil’s mark. She was beautiful.

Pride has quite a bit to do with hatred. In many a case in which one hates another, one subconsciously begins patterns of cherry-picking and selective hearing: he continues to look only for things about the other person which he can use to justify his hatred, things which will then make him feel less guilty about hating someone. In this regard, hatred is not so much an emotion as it is a decision.

Smartass Disciple: Master, why do some people so stubborn and unruly ? Master of Stupidity: Only when you want them do according to your wish.

Some people would rather die in their pride, than live in their humility.

She perceived that her will had blazed up, stubborn and resistant. She could not at that moment have done other than denied and resisted. She wondered if her husband had ever spoken to her like that before. and if she had submitted to his command. Of course she had; she remembered that she had. But she could not realise why or how she should have yielded, feeling as she then did.

Stubbornness leads to strong will.

Terriers are problem solvers. They'll do what you tell them, but only if it happens to be in line with what they wanted to do anyway.

That obstinate sense of independence was the biggest challenge I face in building my little house (that, and not always knowing what I was doing). I was stubborn in the way I hated to ask for help. Some people are good at it, asking friends or their husbands to collect ginger ale and crackers at the grocery because they feel nauseous, or standing on the side of the road with a tire iron in one hand, hoping someone will stop to change their flat tire. I'm not like that; I'd rather have a rough stick dragged across my gums than walk to the neighbor's house to borrow sugar or ask for help jump-starting my car.

The heart is stubborn. It holds onto love despite what sense and emotion tells it. And it is often, in the battle of those three, the most brilliant of all.

The irony is that while our world might plead for change, it does its best to suppress it.

There is a fine line between stubbornness and stupidity as well as intensity and insanity.

There is nothing new under the sun but that of the Son. Man's rebellion against God has always been because he would rather fall in pride than rise in humility.

THE TALK: Dusty, you are 14 years old today. You have NOW reached the AGE OF ACCOUNTABILITY...You are NO LONGER A CHILD. From THIS DAY ON---I won't call you by your 'nickname' anymore...I will call you by your Given Name: MARSHA. I know there has been a time or two when I SHOULD HAVE 'SPANKED' you...YOU NEEDED IT! You have been 'HARD-HEADED and STUBBORN' at times...But---I STOPPED AND THOUGHT---You will need SOME STUBBORNNESS AND HARD-HEADNESS---to SURVIVE in the Years-to-Come in your ADULT LIFE. GOLDEN and I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH...Read your BIBLE that WE Gave You...It will TEACH you GOD's TRUTH...And,---IT will GUIDE you throughout your LIFE. Come down to see us whenever you can.....NOW---Let's go back inside---and HAVE A DISH OF CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM!

There comes a point in some conversations where I simply quit and let reality do my talking for me.

The stubbornly doubter always wants to be heard by listens to nothing and misconstrues everything.

The things that knock you down in life are tests, forcing you to make a choice between giving in and remaining on the ground or wiping the dirt off and standing up even taller than you did before you were knocked down. I’m choosing to stand up taller. I’ll probably get knocked down a few more times before this life is through with me, but I can guarantee you I’ll never stay on the ground.

To be fair, you can tell me what you think of me,” Max offered. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just making a few observations.” “How could I possibly know enough about you to make a proper judgment?” His tone was harsher than he’d anticipated. “You’ve taken a stranger into your home without so much as a second thought and offered everything but your bed. Crazy comes to mind. Suicidal maybe.” Max leaned forward in her chair, readying her defenses. “Excuse me?” “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful here but please remember that you don’t know me. I appreciate all that you’ve done but that doesn’t entitle you to judge me.” “I wasn’t judging you,” she bit back. “But maybe you’re right. I don’t think I thought this through at all.