Quotes About Provocation

Jack ignored his greeting and slammed his fist straight into the jaw of the spy.) What did he do? Wear the wrong color coat? Or is it his stock you find offensive this time? (Morgan)

She stiffened at the thought and cast him a chiding glare. "Put your weapon away." He arched a daring brow at that. "Why should I when I have half a mind to make good use of it on you?" "So you admit to having only half a mind, then?" Rowena & Stryder

I was thinking of setting myself on fire tonight. Would you mind? (Callie) What? (Sin) Ha! I knew it. I knew I could get you to talk. Just think, a whole word, too. Who knows if I keep this up, I might have you speaking an entire sentence by week's end. (Callie)

Heard from whom? (Lochlan) From me, you worthless lickspittle. So tell me what miracle dragged the three of you from your holes and got your lazy hides all the way here. And a day early, no less. (Sin)

You big crybaby," I whispered into his ear. "Now you know why your mom warned you not to hit girls. Sometimes they hit back.

Barking dogs occasionally bite, but laughing men hardly ever shoot.

Touch me and I'll gut you like the pig you are.

Admit it, love, you like it when I'm a little bad....

If you touch me like that again, Evangeline," he began in a husky tone, dropping to his seat once more, "in the space of a heartbeat, I will have you off this bike and onto the closest horizontal surface. And I woan be picky, no.

My mom always said I liked to stir the pot with a glittering spoon.

I make you nervous," he whispered. It wasn't a question, but a statement. The smirk on his face told me he knew it was true. - Finn (Forsaken)

When I was done, and bloody to the wrist, I squatted down among the murdered music of the bells and pissed.

I suddenly had this really mad desire to have an affair with a woman. I was divorced. I was childless. I figured there's got to be one more way to really tick off my mom.

I wish it were socially acceptable to brandish a knife.

It's gonna be hard to break you, this hungry public part of you that wants to be noticed and observed. You need an escort, Beck, especially if you want to dress like a fucking whore.

Joe, is that you? Wow! Mary Kay, what a surprise! Do you want to go fuck in the bathroom?

I wake up first. I go into your bathroom, into your tub and I piss all over the floor of the shower and mark my place, my home, you.

Let it be known that I only punched him once and not in the face.

You might imagine that a person would resort to self-mutilation only under extremes of duress, but once I'd crossed that line the first time, taken that fateful step off the precipice, then almost any reason was a good enough reason, almost any provocation was provocation enough. Cutting was my all-purpose solution.

He didn't want to run the other way when he saw Miss Bennet, as vexing as she was. He wanted to best her, to leave her speechless; he wanted to hear her confess that she was wrong and he was right, about anything at all. And most worrisome of all, he wanted to kiss her senseless when she did so. Maybe even before. He must be cracked in the head.

You call me Red again, Mister, and you won't need one. What you'll need is a pine box and a preacher to read about you lyin' down green pastures.

I would knock your head against a Wall until it was soft as a baked apple!

She smirks."Are you attempting to stop me, little one?" "Excuse me? Did you just call me 'little one'? What are you? Like, four feet tall?" I ask.

I swear,if she were a cat she'd be hissing.