Quotes About Confrontation

To hell with you, Buddy. No policeman wants to protect a goddamned atheist. I hope somebody bloodies you up good.

We will not go quietly away. If in the future that requires violence

Fast getaways from sinister forces are sometimes essential, though what follows can mean puzzlement.

Running away just makes your arse a bigger target.

Do I look like a fucking slave to you?" he asked them. And though, finally, they would bring him down with sheer weight of numbers, none who heard him ask that question lived to see the dawn.

He storms down in savage joy, to meet all the waiting blades and hate.

I'd rather you didn't smoke in here.' 'Kawahara, I'd rather you died of an internal haemorrhage, but I don't suppose you'll oblige me.

Preferiría que no fumara aquí. - Kawahara, yo en cambio preferiría que usted se muriera de una hemorragia interna, pero no creo que vaya a hacerlo.

I felt a cold circle of metal touch the base of my skull. That's exactly what you think it is, a calm voice said. Yo do the wrong thing, and the cops are going to be picking bits of your cortical stack out of that wall for weeks.

Well, you know, there's a Skaranak saying for times like these: Running away just makes your arse a bigger target.

A robe-straining belly offered itself. I stepped in and the Tebbit knife leapt upward, unzipping. I went eye to eye with the man I was gutting. A lined, bearded visage glared back. I could smell his breath. Our faces were centimetres apart for what seemed like minutes before the realisation of what I had done detonated behind his eyes. I jerked a nod, felt the twitch of a smile in one clamped corner of my mouth.

Americans, from the beginning and throughout much of their history, were a warrior people when dealing with those who stood in their path.

And if you say that's because you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I'm disowning all three of you.

We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them.

But time...how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time...give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.

The strong cannot help confronting; the less strong cannot help evading.

Arthur, my dear," she interrupts. "There is something I wish to talk about." He looks surprised, and slightly alarmed. If he has always valued her directness, there is a residual suspicion within him that whenever a woman says something must be talked about, it is rarely something to a man's comfort or advantage.

She said I'd poison his mind and make him a fascist. I said she'd poison his body and make him an addict.

Listen, you. Don't threaten me. I could make your life a nightmare. He put his hand in front of her face and unfolded three fingers as he said, I'm F-B-I. She smiled. It wasn't the reaction he expected. You want to talk nightmares? she said. She put her hand up to his face and unfolded her three fingers. I'm I-R-S.

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it, she threatened. Then I'll take every care. You promise me? I promise you.

Carter was so taken aback by her attack he dropped his knife. "You knocked him stupid," he bellowed. "No," Emily corrected in what she believed was a reasonable tone of voice. "He was already stupid. I knocked him out.

Don't you want to know what happened?" Jack asked Alec as he tilted his head toward the man he'd killed. "I figured he didn't get your order right.

She had already learned two very unpleasant things about her husband. One: he didn't like being questioned or contradicted. That was going to be a problem

had made them stop. "Did they throw stones at the man who spit in his drink?" Judith wanted to know.