Quotes About Confrontation

I'd horsewhip you if I had a horse.

Human nature being what it is, people don't want to acknowledge that a problem exists when they know they have 35 other problems to deal with.

Horror serves a cathartic role in human society, all throughout the world. It is a way of confronting the darkness, both within and without.

I want to see these bad, bad, bad, bad men come to grips with their humanity.

The word fell between them like an ax.

There is no need to ask which is the toughest or most tolerable regime, for it's within each of them that liberating and enslaving forces confront each other. (…) There is no need for fear or hope, but only to look for new weapons.

Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit.

Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou, I chanted

I'll be interested to hear what the swine has to say for himself," he says. Desi rarely says jackfuck or shitbag; he says swine, which sounds more poisonous on his lips.

The bad guy wins? Fuck him.

But here's the thing I want to be clear on: I knew what I was doing, I was punching every button on him. I was watching him coil tighter and tighter—I wanted him to finally say something, do something. Even if it's bad, even if it's the worst, do something, Nick. Don't leave me here like a ghost.

Los irónicos siempre se deshacen cuando se ven confrontados con la más absoluta sinceridad, es su kriptonita.

Jackie, shut up," Annabelle said, and threw a roll, hard, at Jackie's face. It bounced off her nose and thumped onto the table.

you get a bunch of angry men together,and things aren't too good for a woman that comes across them

A guy I worked with and I talked it over about what you do with drunks. His dad was a reformed drunk. He told me you got to stop trying to help them out. You got to stop making excuses for them and not take excuses from them. You got to put them on a spot where they can't do nothing but face the truth because they aren't going to change a bit till they decide to do it. They got to be the ones who believe they've turned into dregs and something has got to be changed.

I am a haunted man. I am haunted by the Limper's screams. I am haunted by the Lady's laughter. I am haunted by my suspicion that we are furthering the cause of something that deserves to be scrubbed from the face of the earth. I am haunted by the conviction that those bent upon the Lady's eradication are little better than she. I am haunted by the clear knowledge that, in the end, evil always triumphs.

Limper flopped violently. The gag flew out of his mouth. His ankle bonds parted. He gained his feet, tried to run, tried to mouth some spell that would protect him. He had gone thirty feet when a thousand fiery snakes streaked out of the night and swarmed him. They covered his body. They slithered into his mouth and nose, into his eyes and ears. They went in the easy way and came gnawing out through his back and chest and belly. And he screamed. And screamed. And screamed.

This is a favorite game, matching wits with a Raker. He is blind to the dead, to the burning villages, to the starving children. As is the Rebel. Two blind armies, able to see nothing but one another.

Come on, who saw what happened? I did, I volenteered. Well? Buttwipe wanted to know what jerkface was looking at. I turned turned eyes on the bloody and dirt-smeared brawlers. You were barely 3-inches apart. Couldn't you see that you were both looking at each other? The teacher's face reddened. Who do you think you are? Jerry Seinfeld? You must be confused with another student, I told him. My name is Capricorn Anderson.

Pick on someone your own size!" I shot back, which was probably stupid because there weren't any sumo wrestlers in our neighborhood.

And I see red. The big tray of mashed potatoes is in my hands before I even realize what I'm doing. I heave it over the plastic sneeze guard, raining the entire load down on the advancing cop.

I don't know what you guys have in mind," Pitch said, "but I vote we march it straight to the police station and shove it up Vizzini's nose.

It's a pleasure to see you again, Doctor, Nellie said sweetly. It would be an even greater pleasure to take a baseball bat to your lousy head.

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