Quotes About Confrontation

Fear, the worst of all enemies, can be effectively cured by forced repetition of acts of courage.

You're just afraid," I flung at him. "Of what would happen to you and your life at court if you were to carry Elisandra away. Of what your father would say. Of what Bryan would do to you." Now he, too, looked angry. "I am afraid of many things, but those are not the fears that keep me from action," he said. I turned my back on him. "Then I don't understand you," I said. I heard the door open. "No," he said, "and you never have.

One-way ticket to Las Vegas: three hundred fifty dollars. A week's stay at the Bellagio while he convinced Nicki to give him this crazy job: eighteen hundred dollars. Cost of pizza to bribe his way into her apartment: fifteen bucks. Seeing her reaction to his claim that she didn't particularly affect him sexually: absolutely priceless.

She couldn't get past him. After another minute, she screamed, "You'll never take me alive! I'll never let you get me to a secondary location!

You do know I'm the one person who can shoot you and make it look like justifiable homicide?

The elevator doors opened on the first floor and Van Holtz was waiting there with several bags of groceries in his hands. "Oh. You," he said. He started to walk in and, without thinking, simply reacting, Bo shoved him back out of the elevator by his head and hit the elevator button again. "You asshole!" Bo heard as the door closed.

Good God, woman. Hit the brakes on the freight train that is your mouth.

Dee-Ann came back in the hallway and both men stopped and stared at her. "Just came back to get some water out of the fridge." When neither man said anything to her, she asked, "Somethin' wrong?" Ric stepped forward. "How many children do you want?" Lock grabbed Ric by his hair and yanked him back, slamming him into the front door. "Ow!

She took two steps to the left. He shadowed her. She took three quick steps to the right. He did the same. "You…you're…" She couldn't even think straight. "I need you to remain calm." "Fuck you!" "That's not calm.

Attacking someone without warning for something they did weeks before? Check. Ready to turn a simple breed dispute into something far uglier with the razor blade she kept on her at all times? Check. Using blood as a weapon of rudeness? Check. Threatening death? Check. Attacking a helpful stranger or friend? Check. Kissing a helpful stranger or friend without warning or permission? Check. Yeah, it only took Gwen six weeks to become her mother.

So, what happened to your face?" Sara grabbed Miki by her T-shirt and jeans before she could dive over the counter at the Asian girl they called Kelly. Angelina leaned forward as Sara pulled Miki back to her, "You know what they say about curiosity? That it stabbed the annoying biker girl over and over and over again until she spit up blood." Oh, yeah. That was subtle.

Sissy could walk home while you drive me and the groceries back." "Or," Sissy countered, "I could gut you here and let your rotting corpse attract the hyenas while we go home and enjoy a nice, quiet meal at my parents' house." Mitch thought about that a moment but finally shook his head. "That doesn't really work for me.

Vig walked back to his truck. That's when Stieg drily asked, "Do you need another minute to blush coquettishly and dream about your perfect white wedding?" As Vig walked around the front of his vehicle, he grabbed Stieg by the hair and slammed him face-first into the hood.

He didn't. But I didn't beat him up," Lock quickly added. "I…I simply threw him five…or maybe it was fifty feet into a tree." The two friends gazed at each other for a long moment. Finally, Lock shrugged. "That does make it all kind of awkward, doesn't it?

Mitch grabbed hold of the car keys and held them over his head so Sissy couldn't get them. She, in turn, grabbed his nuts and twisted until he gave her the damn keys.

Look, I've got her, I'm carrying her, and I'm taking her to the hospital. So you can back off and let me do what I'm going to do, or you can get your ass kicked and I'm still going to do what I'm going to do. Your choice.

Ronnie snarled and Brendon roared back. Her eyes narrowed. "You roared at me?" "And I'll do it again if you can't keep your paws off my Oreos.

Dez cringed as her boss slammed his door closed. But before she could walk away, he snatched it open again. "And I better not see your ass until after the New Year!" He slammed it again. Dez glared at Bukowski as she headed back to her desk. "I didn't even do anything." "You did ask her if she killed Petrov. I think your exact words were, 'You whacked him, didn't you? You sadistic bitch.

I'm basically like, you know, learned pretty quickly the guy who throws the first punch usually wins, so when people gave me a hard time I just punched them.

The bastards have never been bombed like they're going to be bombed this time.

Maybe under all that guilt and certainty that he couldn't love again, he still wanted me. I would have liked to have found out. But I didn't have the time. Instead, I punched him.

I just wish I could have all this and stand up to her a little. Rose would." "Rose would have gotten herself arrested for treason the first time Tatiana asked her to do something.

Will we confront climate change in time or will we let fossil fuel companies determine our fate? This is a fight we can't afford to lose, and that's what keeps me moving forward.

I've finished running from you, Redd. It's time for you to run." --Alyss