Quotes About Confrontation

We can argue about it in hell.

The four of us did what we were afraid to do. We burned not a home, but a symbol. We burned a symbol to the ground.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd come back one day, and burn that fucking palace to the ground.

Be silent!" shrieked the beldame. "I won't!" said Cap. "Because you see, if we are in for the horrible, I can beat you hollow at that!

He shall bite the dust!

By God, if you'd split on me to Mr Ducie, I'd have broken you. It might have cost me hundreds, but I've got them, and the police always back my sort against yours. You don't know. We'd have got you into quod, for blackmail, after which — I'd have blown out my brains.' 'Killed yourself? Death?' 'I should have known by that time that I loved you. Too late . . . everything's always too late.

Travel was a species of warfare.

lovely young lady is telling you, pal, is, you're cut off. The gravy train just pulled into its last stop. I know the sound of those brakes." I yanked the curtain out of Mr. Rose's hand, scowled, and turned back to Mr. Williams. "What's your number, girl?" he demanded. I almost laughed. As in the prison system, Mr. Williams thought we went by numbers

I'm gonna put that gun as far up his ass as it'll go, then I'm just gonna keep loadin' and reloadin' till my arms get tired.

I remember having an argument with Alan, I said the Queen's not just going to call the guy up and send him out to do it. And Alan says, well, how would a monarch give orders to her assassin.

Instead of confronting what we have done to bring us to such a moment, we forget, or as Baldwin put it, retreat into a "weird nostalgia," a longing for a time that never was. What was needed, he believed, was an unflinching confrontation with the ruins. That included confronting the ongoing terror and brutality of white supremacy.

tell my students at Princeton that it was just down the street, at a restaurant on Route 1, that Baldwin hurled a glass at a waitress and shattered a mirror after he was refused service and ended up having to run for his life.

Trump and his legions invoke a history to justify their belief in the value gap. In doing so, they stand in the long lineage of white people in the United States who have used a certain understanding of the past to reinforce the injustices of the present day. Baldwin's moral vision requires a confrontation with history—with slavery and with the ongoing consequences of the after times—shorn of the rosy tint of American innocence in order to overcome its hold on us.

Baldwin's essays forced you to turn inward and confront whatever pain was there, and I did not want to do that. I damn sure didn't know what to do with my pain philosophically.

The seventies involved a confrontation with a frightening truth: that despite the sacrifices and costs of the black freedom struggle, the country remained profoundly racist and, no matter its proclamations to the contrary, white America was perfectly comfortable with that fact.

Slavery would be banished from view or seen as a mistake instead of a defining institution of systemic cruelty in pursuit of profit. That history would fortify our national identity, and any attempt to confront the lie itself would be sabotaged by the fear that we may not be who we say we are. For white people in this country, "America" is an identity worth protecting at any cost. —

For, know that each soul constantly meets its own self. No problem may be run away from. Meet it now!

As the body rolled to the ground Tarzan of the Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his lifelong enemy and, raising his eyes to the full moon, threw back his fierce young head and voiced the wild and terrible cry of his people.

Oddly, Leigh couldn't think of anything to say. How exactly should one respond to a threat spelled out in fish?

wife punctured this feeble artifice without effort, and carried him off incontinently to whatever of marital purgatory she had hoarded up for him

As long as you keep on fighting the things you think are wrong, you're living. It isn't the evil people in the world who do the most harm. It's the sweet do-nothings that can destroy us.

Gaze not too long into the abyss, lest the abyss gaze into thee.

The shock of the real.

Well, hell, use a ball bat. And strike first, from behind. Don't give him a chance to take it away from you. You don't want a fight, you want revenge." He grinned a little. "When you just want a fight you can always go home to your wife.