Quotes About Confrontation

Random House Unabridged Dictionary, also enlightened me: "To seize by the throat with teeth and shake or mangle, as one animal

Never met Ahhh, don't know him, don't care how big he is-if he's standing in our way? I'ma murder the son of a bitch ~ Trez 'The Shadows' page 205

Creí que me iba a matar. Eso fue lo que creí, tío. Y hasta dejé de pensar para morirme antes de que él me matara. Pero seguramente no se atrevió a hacerlo.

Did she really tell Roddy Carstairs she could outshoot him with his own pistol? No, Jason said dryly. She told him that if he made one more improper advance to her, she would shoot him- and if she missed, she would turn Wolf loose on him. And if Wolf didn't finish the job, she had every faith I would. Jason chuckled and shook his head. It's the first time I've been nominated for the role of hero. I was a little crushed, however, to be second choice after the dog.

I ought to break your neck! Clayton interrupted. Too late, Whitney realized that she shouldn't have been standing all this time on her injured knee. Allow me to congratulate you on a fine day's work, Madam, he said sternly. In less than twelve hours, you've brought Whitticomb to your side and Cuthbert to your feet.

And in that unlikely moment, as she held his dagger poised high, ready to strike, Royce Westmoreland thought she was the most magnificent creature he'd ever beheld; a wild, beautiful, enraged angel of retribution, her chest rising and falling with fury as she courageously confronted an enemy who towered over her.

Grow up! Lauren felt as if he had slapped her. Infuriated past reason, she struck back at his ego. You're absolutely right! she blazed. That's what I should do.Beginning today I'm going to grow up and start practicing what you preach! I'm going to sleep with any man who appeals to me. But not with you. You're much too old and too cynical for my taste.Now get out of here!

My name is Nick Sinclair, he said, and watched the young man's curious smile change to open animosity. I would like to see Lauren. I'm Lauren's brother, the young man retorted, and she doesn't want to see you. Her brother! Nick's momentary relief was followed by an absurd impulse to smash the younger man's face for stealing Lauren's allowances when she was a little girl. I've come to see her, Nick stated impacably, and if I have to walk over you to get to her, I will.

You are mad!" she snapped, her chest heaving. "And you are a devil!" "And you, my dear," Royce imperturbably replied, "are a bitch." With that, he turned to the horrified friar and unhesitatingly announced, "The lady and I wish to be wed.

You're an asshole, you know that? Stick your finger up your butt and take a whiff. That's you. A piece of shit!

She accused me of being a political lesbian, not a biological one, and when I refused to give up men she got so pissed she cut my panties into little pieces and tossed them out the window

When people do not want to see something, they get mad at the one who shows them.

A western buckaroo, I share his scorn for people who go camping by the book, relying on the authority of some half-assed assistant scoutmaster whose total experience outdoors probably consists of two overnight hikes and a weekend in the Catskills. But we have just had that confrontation. The one who goes by Pritchard's book is Sid's wife, and I am wary. It is not my expedition. I am a guest here.

Confrontation is one of the highest expressions of love. When done in love and compassion, confrontation is one the kindest things you can do for another person. A refusal to confront when needed, is one of the most selfish things you can do.

With that, the officer approached the cab with his hand on his pistol and opened the door, demanding that I get out and asking me who in the hell did I think I was talking to him that way. I attempted to get my passenger's name and address as a witness to the incident; but the officer warned him he'd better be on his way lest he be charged with interfering with a policeman.

He always wanted to leap and tear the throat out of a problem. He took no aesthetic pleasure in measuring a problem and living with it for a time before deciding it was even desireable to try to slay it. In short, he was more quick than wise. He never appreciated the comfort that a worthy enemy could provide.

He opened his eyes to see the dented skull cap, still on the chair where Henry had left it. He looked at it a long while, knowing that it was far better to accept it than to turn away and forever fear it.

What is it in people, or just in people like me, that would rather let a lie go by, would rather wish it away or minimize it, than point it out and cause the liar embarassment?

Thus the essence of freedom of opinion is not in mere toleration as such, but in the debate which toleration provides: it is not in the venting of opinion, but in the confrontation of opinion.

And dar'st thou, then,To beard the lion in his den,The Douglas in his hall?

Evil can be opposed without being mirrored. Oppressors can be resisted without being emulated. Enemies can be neutralized without being destroyed.

Loving confrontation can free both the oppressed from docility and the oppressor from sin.

Listen, when some asshole pulls a gun on me, he loses his right to a warm milky drink and fucking cuddles, okay?

Idiot. Which road do you take when you're running from something weaker than yourself? Or maybe you're the one looking for an excuse to back out.