Quotes About Confrontation

Question: Who are you—or, at least, who could you be? Answer: Part of the eternal force that constantly confronts the terrible unknown, voluntarily; part of the eternal force that transcends naivete and becomes dangerous enough, in a controlled manner, to understand evil and beard it in its lair; and part of the eternal force that faces chaos and turns it into productive order, or that takes order that has become too restrictive, reduces it to chaos, and renders it productive once again.

Extracting useful information from experience is difficult. It requires the purest of motivations ("things should be made better, not worse") to perform it properly. It requires the willingness to confront error, forthrightly, and to determine at what point and why departure from the proper path occurred.

What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing on your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off on picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash

I didn't argue. I don't do confrontation any better than I do basements, or shots of Jägermeister.

The light that you discover in your life is proportionate to the amount of the darkness you are willing to forthrightly confront (from the debate between Jordan Peterson and Slavoj Zizek)

As portas do inferno se abriram e o anjo revel transpôs a entrada do quarto de dormir (e amar) de dona Flor, aceso o olhar em frete, a boca num convite e todo inteiro nu. Se nem uma santa resistiu a esse olhar, ao apelo desse riso, a esse peito aberto, como poderá fazê-lo dona Flor?

Why write, if this too easy activity of pushing a pen across paper is not given a certain bull-fighting risk and we do not approach dangerous, agile, and two-horned topics?

Only one of us will need a boat when this combat is ended

Facing it always facing it that's the way to get through.

We are the strong ones. We squash anything that we don't like. Anything that threatens us gets smeared! (Grimalkin to Alice)

He twisted his head, opened his mouth wide, and lunged toward me as if to bite my head from my body. But I avoided those deadly jaws, then swung the hammer back hard into his face, smashing his front teeth into fragments and leaving only broken, bloody stumps. Few things have given me greater satisfaction!

I am Grimalkin and I could kill you all!" I cried. "But I will slay only three - the strongest three!

I have looked into the darkness, into the greatest darkness of all, and now I fear nothing.

I shrugged, put my hands up, and turned around, my back to Taylor. Bondarchuk scuffed into an orthogonal position to my left, just far enough away that I couldn't jump him.

grasped his right hand by the fingers and pulled them all the way back. His wrist made a muted snick noise when it broke, not the loud snap I expected. He let out a loud, agonized scream. His right hand—his gun hand, I assumed—dangled uselessly, like a marionette off its strings.

Little pig, little pig, let me come in." To which the pig answered: "No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." The wolf then answered to that: "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig.

Durak," he said, spitting it. When

He faced Darktail. "You will take this Clan over my dead body." Delight sparked in Darktail's gaze. "That sounds fair." The rogue leader flung himself at Rowanstar.

A stoat rushed at him, rearing up to attack him with both forepaws. Crowfeather ducked underneath its forelegs, and as the stoat landed, he spun around to fasten his teeth in its throat. He pinned it to the ground, his paws gripping it determinedly until he felt a warm rush of blood; the stoat went limp and he tossed it aside. Looking up, he found himself staring into the face of Nightcloud.

What happened?" Sagewhisker demanded. "The rats happened," Scorchwind growled.

A bright ginger tom stepped forward, still curling his lip, and blocked their way.

We are taking over this territory now," he went on. "I shall rule the forest as well as the town. But I understand that you may need some time to reflect on this. You have three days to leave—or meet my Clan in battle. I shall wait for your decision at dawn on the fourth day.

Because I was afraid she would claw my ears off if I forbade her from going

They'd chase you off as soon as look at you.