If you're not confident in yourself, you're going to waver. I've wavered, and I've lost.
Sink every impulse like a bolt. Secure The bastion of sensation. Do not waver Into language. Do not waver in it.
Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds o...
I had to learn how to trust my gut. Trust what I know to be right... not right, but not waver on who I am. Know who I am, know what I want, and know it. Not waver on it and be secure in that. And I still struggle with it. But I really... I can't be m...
I'm opinionated. I always stick to my design plan. I don't waver.
My focus never wavered; I never accepted the film was not going to be finished.
We were wavering around like a ship without a sail.
The wavering mind is but a base possession.
When it comes to casual clothing, my enthusiasm for clothes starts to waver.
My confidence wavers between being genuine and being insecure.
Oh, listen. Listen!' A sound like a big crowd a good way off, excited and shouting, getting closer. We stand up and scan the empty sky. Suddenly there they are (the geese), a wavering V headed directly over the hilltop, quite low, beating southward d...
Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.
We will not waver; we will not tire; we will not falter, and we will not fail. Peace and Freedom will prevail.
I'm not a flag waver for obesity. It's not healthy, and you have a crap life because there is such a downer on it.
I don't have the best self esteem; mine wavers month to month, but I know how to pick myself up.
I've been fortunate enough to be headstrong, to be full of self-belief, and those things have never wavered for me.
My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two.
My mom was always saying: 'Be whatever you want to be, but stick with it. Don't waver. Don't change who you are for anybody.'
In a general way, I want to be a kind of flag-waver, bunting hanger-up, drum-beater, you name it, for poetry.
The only one that seems to be able to hold the business is Disney. They do it is because they have a fabulous philosophy about marketing- but even they wavered.
I cannot be a placard waver for every campaign; that's why I have mostly kept quiet about gay marriage.
