#aggressive

Stay calm and aggressive. ↗

— Gabrielle Reece

#calm #stay #stay calm

I think my career would probably be in a better place had I been more aggressive. But I don't have it in me. I'm not a competitive person, and I'm also really private. ↗

— Debi Mazar

#also #been #better #better place #career

The world is so competitive, aggressive, consumive, selfish and during the time we spend here we must be all but that. ↗

— Jose Mourinho

#competitive #during #here #must #selfish

You have this impression from England that New Yorkers can be quite aggressive, but certainly the people that I've bumped into and the friends I've made here don't seem that way. Just walking down the street and asking for directions, people seem to be very helpful and happy to help. ↗

— Archie Panjabi

#asking #bumped #certainly #directions #down

The most destructive element in the human mind is fear. Fear creates aggressiveness. ↗

— Dorothy Thompson

#creates #destructive #element #fear #human

We can't just throw a switch and say Indian Point is going to be safe, we have to look long-term because it will ultimately be decommissioned and we have to work aggressively now to bring in new sources of power. ↗

— George Pataki

#because #bring #going #indian #just

Pervading nationalism imposes its dominion on man today in many different forms and with an aggressiveness that spares no one. The challenge that is already with us is the temptation to accept as true freedom what in reality is only a new form of slavery. ↗

— Pope John Paul II

#aggressiveness #already #challenge #different #dominion

Not that I'm some rocker, but what I do in a show is probably far more aggressive than what Dean Martin or Bobby Darin ever did. ↗

— Michael Buble

#bobby #bobby darin #darin #dean #dean martin

People forget the punk thing was really good for women. It motivated them to pick up a guitar rather than be a chanteuse. It allowed us to be aggressive. ↗

— Siouxsie Sioux

#allowed #forget #good #guitar #motivated

Out of that night and day of unconditional wrath, folks would've expected to see any city, if it survived, all newly reborn, purified by flame, taken clear beyond greed, real-estate speculating, local politics--instead of which, here was this weeping widow, some one-woman grievance committee in black, who would go on and save up and lovlingly record and mercilessly begrudge every goddamn single tear she ever had to cry, and over the years to come would make up for them all by developing into the meanest, cruelest bitch of a city, even among cities not notable for their kindness. To all appearance resolute, adventurous, manly, the city would not shake that terrible all-night rape, when "he" was forced to submit, surrending, inadmissably, blindly feminine, into the Hellfire embrace of "her" beloved. He spent the years afterward forgetting and fabulating and trying to get back some self-respect. But inwardly, deep inside, "he" remained the catamite of Hell, the punk at the disposal of all the denizens thereof, the bitch in men's clothing. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#men