Quotes About Confrontation

Quando l'uomo con la pistola incontra l'uomo con la biro, l'uomo con la pistola è morto.

An individual is no match for history.

Woe betide whomsoever I met on my path!

I am Roland of Gilead. And you . . . you are nothing.

To finally confront the worst there is, to look it squarely in the face and say, "I know you. You have hurt me, almost to death, but still I live. And I will go on living.

Lady Patience) Do you think you can pretend to be dead and vanish from my life for sixteen years and then walk in and then pour yourself some of my good Brandy? Insolence!

Choose a place to take a stand. Not where they can corner you but not where they can surround you, either. Find a weapon, a stick, a rock, anything. If you cannot escape, make them pay as dearly as you can for capturing you. Fight them all the way.

We will discover the truth. And face it. And whatever it is, we will go after them. And we will kill them all, like the bastards we are.

Bastard," she spat at him, and she thought he had moved closer. She swung at him, and then suddenly he was where he had been standing all along, the coward.

Don't think of the obstacles that lie between now and the moment when we confront him." The ship spoke in a low, soft voice. "Long or short, if you worry about every step of a journey, you will divide it endlessly into pieces, anyone of which may defeat you. Look only to the end.

To finally confront the worst there is, to look it squarely in the face and say, "I know you. You have hurt me, almost to death, but still I live. And I will go on living.

Stop it, or I will kill her, and you will lose your eyes and your ears here." And he drew his belt knife, and advancing to the serving woman, he laid the edge of it along her throat. The woman did not blanch or shrink away. She stood still, her eyes glittering, almost smirking at his threat. She made no response to his words.

I could almost see the resignation on the old man's face. I knew he would draw a breath and sigh that I insisted on stacking all my pain in one pile, facing it all at once." p. 480 Fitz about Chade

To confront finally the worst there is, to look it squarely in the face and say, 'I know you. You have hurt me, almost to death, but still, I live. And I will go on living.

I grasped that it would take a while for the keep to grasp with all that had happened. But there was something there, a feeling almost of relief. I had seen that before in a man who had had his maimed foot removed, or the family that finally finds their drowned child's body. To finally confront the worst there is, to look at it squarely in the face and say, "I know you. You have hurt me, almost to death, but still, I live, and I will go on living.

A man hurried toward me, face shrouded in his hood against the wind. He glanced up and our eyes met. He blanched and turned aside, to hurry back the way he had come. Well, and so he might. I felt my anger building to an unbearable heat. The wind whipped at my hair and sought to chill me, but I only strode faster, and felt the strength of my hatred grow hotter. It lured me and I followed it like the scent of fresh blood.

You take refuge in the bully's first strength: what you can destroy.

you cannot set the captive free if you are not willing to confront those who hold the keys. Without confrontation compassion becomes merely commiseration, fruitless and sentimental.

Can't any of us stand up to those women?" "Nope," said at least three men in unison.

I gotta call Vanni tonight, and tell her. I've got her all confused and totally furious…" "Paul, you can't tell her on the phone," Jack said. "But—" "Paul! She's gonna hang up on you! And then the next time you show your face, she's going to put a bullet in your head. And Walt will help her line up her shot.

Because, shit for brains, she'd like you to disappear and leave her alone. I'm sure she'd like to stuff you in a hole, but since that isn't going to happen, second choice is you go home to your new wife and leave her the hell alone. You get that?" Greg

I can't stay here, John. I'm pregnant." Then it was Preacher's turn to show shock. Silent and dark. It settled into his eyes and over his expression slowly as he sat back in the chair, then stood. He went behind the bar and poured himself a shot, throwing it back. When he returned to the chair by the fire, he asked, "Did he know? When he beat you, did he know you were pregnant?" She nodded and looked away from him, pursing her lips tight.

Hand still on her holster, she tucked herself beside the ice coolers and peered through the open door.

voice in this? For God's sake, Chase—" She caught the warning look in Chase's eye and stopped cold. This wasn't the time or place. He seemed to be silently warning her, telling her not to make a scene in front of the detective. "Baldwin was interested. That's all." "And so you met at the mill and then what?" Wilson asked. "We'd just left the office and were walking up the ramp to building