Quotes About Confrontation

He stared at me like he wanted to shoot me. It happens to some young men when you give them a uniform.

Dialogue with an AK47 always ends the same way. The AK47 is always right.

IF U WANT TO KICK THE TIGER ASS BECAREFULL OF HIS TEETH FIRST.

Life's big questions are big in the sense that they are momentuous. However, contrary to appearances, they are not big in the sense of being unanswerable. It is only that the answers are generally unpalatable. There is no great mystery, but there is plenty of horror.

So they fought. Now Jurgen was a very acceptable swordsman, but from the start he found in Heitman Michael his master. Jurgen had never reckoned upon that, and he considered it annoying. If Heitman Michael perforated Jurgen the future would be altered, certainly, but not quite as Jurgen had decided it ought to be remodeled. So this unlooked-for complication seemed preposterous, and Jurgen began to be irritated by the suspicion that he was getting himself killed for nothing at all.

Logan Cale: If I just had my ass handed to me by a size three, I'd be inclined to mind my own business.

Every single time it was grand. I loved the moment when you announce the stickup and everything suddenly goes brighter and sharper and the world seems to spin faster. You show them the gun and say hand it over and there's no telling what's going to happen in the next tick of the clock.

And you, Tommy" the boy said, lowering his voice. "You've got a lot of nerve coming here and asking me to leave with you. A lot of bloody nerve. The sight of you makes me sick

Tonight, they'd make their stand, once and for all.

I ought to come up there and break your shuck nose.

Your demons are always with you," Skale answered. His voice seemed even raspier than the day before. "Don't you understand that by now? Always with you, impossible to escape. But you never can guess how they might manifest themselves.

I'm gonnna break your faces!

You're going to shoot me? Old pal?

The Creators," Minho said; then he spat on the floor. "I'm gonna break your faces!

I'm coming for you Newt

I'm gonna kill you, shuck-face!

Why are we up here?" Mark asked. Alec pointed a finger at him. "Because it's what you do when someone comes to your house and attacks your people. You fight back. I'm not going to let these bloodsuckers get away with that crap.

I know," he finally responded. "But it was so … vicious. So brutal. I wish I could've just shot him from a distance with a gun or something." "Yeah. Sorry it had to go down that way." "What if I see his nasty face every night when I go to sleep? What if he's in my dreams?" He felt a surge of irritation at Brenda for making him stab the Crank—maybe unwarranted when he really considered how desperate they'd been.

Teresa didn't stop. "Keep talking like that and you'll be next." Newt turned back to face them, but his face showed anything but fear.

Tonight, they'd fight. Tonight, they'd make their stand, once and for all.

Thomas's mouth dried up—he'd seen them face to face, remembered it all too well; he had to remind himself to breathe. The others in the room were still; no one made a sound. Fear seemed to hover in the air like a blizzard of black snow.

Choose right now or they both die!" Thomas opened his eyes and stepped forward. Then he pointed at Brenda and said the two most foul words to ever pass through his lips. "Kill her.

I will find a way to kill you three times

Denying the truth would solve nothing.