Quotes About Threat

There'll be no more music, Father. But there'll be this!" He stepped into the dark, picked up the knife, and held it under their noses. "Go home. Tell your people what you saw and heard here tonight. And tell 'em that anyone we catch on these roads after dark anymore... this is what they'll get. Now that I know we're never to see the face o' God, we have nothing to lose. So, make sure you have your message right, Father, 'cause there'll be no other warning.

Thus, white fear can be understood as something anticipatory, a fear just waiting to be expressed. It isn't based in any actual threat of harm. Instead, the idea of black violence or crime does all the work. The mere possibility of danger is enough to motivate us to act as if we are in immediate danger.

Oddly, Leigh couldn't think of anything to say. How exactly should one respond to a threat spelled out in fish?

Implicit in the stare of those eyes, the power of those knobbly hands, was labor's historic threat of violence against capital.

Boys. It's late. If you're not gonna kill me, what do you want?

I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too.

I'd horsewhip you if I had a horse.

There is death in the pot.

Every time I look at the news, I come one step close to becoming one of those Bond villains who is intent on destroying the world.

It's not the bullet with my name on it that worries me. It's the one that says "To whom it may concern."

Hannibal ad portas [Hannibal is at the gates]!

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

Next time you pull a knife on me," Inga growled, "this is vhat I do to you." She hammered a scruffy bush with the violent and athletic kick of a Chinaman in a kung fu movie. "Extreme Unction!" the bush howled. "Call de priest! Me need Extreme Unction!" "Inga!" Aloysius cried. "De bush no trouble you! Him is a Catholic bush!

This, she realizes, is the basis of all fear. That a light you are powerless to stop will turn on you and usher a bullet to its mark.

This, she realizes, is the basis of his fear, all fear. That a light you are powerless to stop will turn on you and usher a bullet to its mark.

You've already said you were going to kill me," Alex said, "but I didn't think that meant you were going to bore me to death.

said. "Who are you? Was my uncle working for you? Did you kill him?" "So many questions," Crawley muttered. "But I'm afraid we're not authorized to give you the answers." The second man lifted his hand and Alex saw that he was holding a gun. He stood up behind the desk, holding the file as if to protect himself. "No…" he began. The man

He had entered a veritable miasma of evil, and harm, in the worst possible way, was to come to us all too soon.

You don't want to be hanging around this village. You don't want to be anywhere near here. Do you understand me? I shouldn't be talking to you like this. But if you know what's good for you, you'll get away. You'll go as far away as you can and you won't come back.

Alex knew he was in danger the same way an animal does. There was no need to ask why or how. Danger was simply there.

if Cray leaves a kitchen knife lying around, I'm going to shove it somewhere painful…

Dear Minerva, You are a monster. I cannot foregive you for what you did in Tropojë last summer. How could you do that? I will never forget it and very soon I am going to kill you. Your life will come to an end in London. This will be your last Christmas!

thought for a moment. A very public threat from a well-known feminist writer. A mysterious message in green paint. An incredibly expensive bottle of wine.

Two women, one a writer, the other a publisher, had both come up against the same lawyer. At least one of them had been trashed by him and had threatened to kill him. And now the other one was providing an alibi for her.