Quotes About Provocation

Does my sassiness upset you? Does my sexiness offend you?

I've always wanted to be psychoanalyzed in a den of iniquity.

How do you maybe hit someone?" Michael drawled. "Okay, so I decked him. At the time he deserved it.

Holy shit,' Ash murmured. 'Oh, it gets worse.' Ash lifted an eyebrow. 'Yeah, apparently when I decide to be an asshole, I go all the way.

Steele was in typical form. What she wouldn't give to shake him up. Just once. She wondered if anything ever ruffled him. Caught him off guard. Or surprised him.

Why?" she asked softly. "You don't even like me, Steele. You can barely stand to be in my presence." He pulled her back close, trapping her in his arms, his gaze boring into hers. "Why do you think that is, Maren? You're an intelligent woman. You saw the hard-on I had for you earlier. Put two and two together and I bet you'll find your answer." "You're attracted to me," she whispered.

I can't apologize for reacting the way I did, but I can guarantee you it will happen again. You seem to have the knack for getting under my skin like no one else.

Bite me, Harry Potter.

I know it's probably wrong to fantasize about giving a nun a karate chop in the neck, but I couldn't help it. She was making me mad.

Art." Dauntra nodded. "Sure. I can't believe a guy gets paid to show off his goods, and people call it art.

if you tease a dog, it bites.

Did I say Seven Minutes in Heaven? No, you're playing Seven Minutes in Hell!" Mal cackled; she couldn't help it. This was going

Stab Cinderella with my pushpins, make her bleed!" "Wait—no," replies Jack. Filomena laughs. "Too far. Save that as a last resort.

Sometimes people behave in certain ways to provoke us to react in certain ways. If we stop reacting in these certain ways, we take all the fun out of it for them.

Let them touch him. For every hair that's hurt I'll stop a heart.

Julian and his team of copy-writers had noted that the phrase 'Lest we forget' had so far been reserved for fallen soldiers. In minutes they had created a viral post accusing 'crazed trans multi-cultural zealots' of claiming that a dead transsexual was as much an English hero as the fighter pilots who had died during the Battle of Britain. Malika's algorithms then swiftly sent the message to the people most likely to be annoyed by it.

Thy worst. I fart at thee.

You're a bastard, I said. Uhtred, he began, but could find nothing more to say. You're a piece of weasel-shit, I said, you're an earsling. I'm a king, he said, trying to regain his dignity. So you're a royal piece of weasel-shit. An earsling on a throne.

Senhor Uhtred! - Como sempre, Willibald reagiu à minha provocação. - Esse peixe - ele apontou o dedo trêmulo na direção dos ossos - foi um dos dois que Nosso Senhor usou para alimentar 5 mil pessoas! - O outro devia ser um peixe incrivelmente grande - respondi. - O que era? Uma baleia?

The Lord Uhtred sought to annoy you, bishop, the king said, and it is best not to give him the satisfaction of showing that he has succeeded.

Your mother didn't give birth to you, I told hint, but farted you out of her shrivelled arsehole. Frightened or not, Asser said, you've taken Peredur's silver, so you must fight them now. Say one more word, monk, I said, and I'll cut off your scrawny balls.

I forget your name, I said. Most people spew shit from their arse, he retorted, you manage it with your mouth. Your mother gave birth through her arse, I said, and you still reek of her shit.

Idle men make mischief, especially idle men supplied with ale, whores, and weapons.

I curse you,' she said, pointing at me, 'I curse your children, your woman, your life, your grave, the air you breathe, the food you eat, the dreams you have, the ground you tread.