Quotes About Confrontation

Once Spencer was safely out of the shop, John yanked her around to face him and said, 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' Before she had a chance to answer him, Alex showed up at his side, grabbed Emma similarly and hissed, 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' Persephone looked at Dunford and smiled, waiting for her turn, but much to her disappointment, he just stood there and glared at all three women.

Finally, she heard Simon take a long, ragged breath, and say, "I know I'm going to regret asking you this. In fact, I regret it already, but why exactly did you assume I was"—

Touch her, and I'll freeze your testicles off and put them in a jar. Understand?

Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?

You shouldn't ask questions when you know at heart you'd prefer not to hear the answers.

Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened.

Jonakin päivänä, Catherine sanoi kylmästi, – lankeatte vielä polvillenne eteeni pyytäen anteeksi sanojanne, Arnaud de Montsalvy, Chataignerin herra. Mutta ette saa minulta anteeksiantoa ettekä armoa.

Usted se lo buscó, amigazo. –Y usted está borracho, Horacio.

Ustedes son basura, nada más que basura! ¡Unos pobres gallinazos sin plumas! Ya verán cómo les saco ventaja.

Don't look now, but there's one too many in this room and I think it's you.

Called her a whore and attacked her walls, tearing down her posters and throwing her books everywhere. I found out because some whitegirl ran up and said, Excuse me, but your stupid roommate is going insane, and I had to bolt upstairs and put him in a headlock.

When your mother had confronted your brother about Mrs. del Orbe he didn't deny it. What do you want, Ma? Se metío por mis ojos. Por mis ojos my ass, she had said. Tú te metiste por su culo. That's true, your brother admitted cheerily. Y por su boca. And then your mother puched him, helpless with shame and fury, which only made him laugh.

When your mother had confronted your brother about Mrs. del Orbe he didn't deny it. What do you want, Ma? Se metío por mis ojos. Por mis ojos my ass, she had said. Tú te metiste por su culo. That's true, your brother admitted cheerily. Y por su boca. And then your mother punched him, helpless with shame and fury, which only made him laugh.

This is how you treat your mother? she cried. And if I could have I would have broken the entire length of my life across her face, but instead I screamed back, And this is how you treat your daughter?

Dale un galletazo

You said something slightly off-color about her shoes and she brought up the fact that you had a slow eye and danced like a goat with a rock stuck in its ass. Ouch. You would just be playing and homegirl would be coming down on you off the top rope.

Instead of lowering your head and copping to it like a man, you pick up the journal as one might hold a baby's beshatted diaper, as one might pinch a recently benutted condom. You glance at the offending passages. Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.

He didn't mean to corner me, but when you're as tall and wide as he is and I'm as little as I am, merely standing beside me constitutes menacement.

Why did you push her ?' Rosa screams again. I realise she's pointing at me.

The more she sticks the knife in, the more I resent it, the less I actually think about what she's been saying. That, of course, presupposes that the object of the exercise from her point of view is to change my mind about what I'm doing, as opposed to beating me to a pulp.

I gather you play chess, he'd said, and she'd given him a look, later he'd ralised it was fair warning; yes, she played chess. The had a mignificent coral and ivory set, worth a thousand acres of good arable land. He'd made soft opening, the way you do when you're playing a girl, and suddenly he found himself staring defeat in the facs - he'd never los a game except three times, to Senza.

Granted, I told Her, that your grand design is undoubtedly something very nasty and bad, eventually, in the long term. But you're immortal and I'm not, so if I stop you now, you'll just wait till I'm dead and start all over again, so really, what's the point in me interfering?

He had come to loathe these Air Force men with their commitment to building more and more bombs for the purpose of killing more and more millions of people. To his mind, they were so dangerous, so morally obtuse, that he almost welcomed them as political enemies. A few weeks later, Finletter and his people told the Joint Committee on Atomic Energy that it was an open question "whether [Oppenheimer] was a subversive.