A Quote by Sophia Amoruso

I don't lead with an iron fist. I don't yell at people. I have a way of making my opinion clear. — © Sophia Amoruso
I don't lead with an iron fist. I don't yell at people. I have a way of making my opinion clear.
Rules with an iron fist, but sometimes in that fist is a rose.
Parents are people who yell and they yell and they yell and they yell. And you already have the point... and they're still yelling.
Tolerance is a one-way street in the Age of Obama. 'Choice' is in the eye (and iron fist) of the First Amendment usurper.
Unless Russia is face with an iron fist and strong language, another is in the making. Only one language do they understand - 'How many divisions have you?' ... I'm tired of babying the Soviets.
In a river mist, if another boat knocks against yours, you might yell at the other fellow to stay clear. But if you notice then, that it's an empty boat, adrift with nobody aboard, you stop yelling. When you discover that all the others are drifting boats, there's no one to yell at. And when you find out you are an empty boat, there's no one to yell.
On campuses, where Liberal softies still rule with an iron fist, feminism is as safe as a city with no women drivers. That is the only thing I support about Saudi Arabia, by the way.
But, did the Divinity [of Christ] suffer? [...] The holy fathers explained this point through the aforementioned clear example of the red-hot iron, it is the analogy equated for the Divine Nature which became united with the human nature. They explained that when the blacksmith strikes the red-hot iron, the hammer is actually striking both the iron and the fire united with it. The iron alone bends (suffers) whilst the fire is untouched though it bends with the iron.
With an iron-clad fist, I wake up and French-kiss the morning.
Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.
I have always believed the iron rule of politics was that women don't vote for men who yell.
You don't want to be an iron fist all the time; at least I don't. I like to pick my spots and have a reason for everything that I do.
To the Technocrats: Have mercy on us. Relax a bit, take time out for simple pleasures. For example, the luxuries of electricity, indoor plumbing, central heating, instant electronic communication and such, have taught me to relearn and enjoy the basic human satisfactions of dipping water from a cold clear mountain stream; of building a wood fire in a cast-iron stove; of using long winter nights for making music, making things, making love; of writing long letters, in longhand with a fountain pen, to the few people on this earth I truly care about.
But let's just say, I'm Irish. I grew up in the 1950s. Religion had a very tight iron fist.
Say That! is an iron fist upside the mushy head of smooth jazz, and Grant Geissman's defiant declaration of independence.
I came not from within the administration, and it was clear and clear in our discussions and no one asked otherwise that I would lead this the way I thought best and I would speak the truth as we found it.
Some people just yell 'Asian BuzzFeed guy!' and I turn around and distinctly yell back 'Eugene!'
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