Quotes About Confrontation

When the cards are dealt, I just want to destroy people.

The only thing that ever made me want to be a wife-beater is being called one. Your honor, can I have five minutes to make her not a liar, please?

Far more critical than what we know or what we don't know is what we don't want to know.

The mongoose I want under the stairs when the snakes slither by.

I didn't expect to see Kim, but I'm gonna be professional when I really just want to sock her in the face

He shook with rage. 'Look what you have done, you vandal. You have destroyed everything!' 'What did you expect me to do? Bend over and wait for the broom-handle?

When we are confronted with the knowledge that our life isn't under our control, we have a choice. We can continue in denial and self-righteousness, or we can face the fact that we have been blind to some important issues. If we become willing to be led into recovery and into a whole new way of life, we will find true power.

Let me face bare-handed a dozen highly trained and fully armed gladiators, each with a personal grudge against me, than a lawyer with a single pointed question.

Each little field [had] one gate … so each a little battlefield… So the Germans fought in that one, and when they got pushed out they fought in the next one." Patrick Delaforce, Royal Horse Artillery, 11th Armoured Division

It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.

Unless it does turn out to be you, of course," Izzy adds. "Then I'll spit on your grave myself. Take you to the last house on the left just before dawn.

Golda looked back at me—those peaceful eyes!—and said in the most penetrating voice I had ever heard, 'Because the Nazis taught me this: There is a Hitler inside each of us and if we do not heal the Hitler inside of ourselves, then the violence, it will never stop.

Because the Nazis taught me this: There is a Hitler inside each of us and if we do not heal the Hitler inside of ourselves, then the violence, it will never stop.

Los desacuerdos se superan, no con argumentos, ni con el beneficio de la duda, ni con la esperanza de que la razón pueda prevalecer, sino con la afirmación, la animosidad y la voluntad de recurrir a la fuerza.

When you explore your fears then you set yourself free.

My first sparring session with him saw him bullying me around the ring, so I thought fuck this, and when he came back in close, I threw the boxing code of conduct out of the window and hit him with a cracking right hand in to the balls! That sapped the energy out of him and that was the end of that. In the end, I could take anything he threw at me and then I'd come back with mine, which he didn't like and people would comment on how much I'd 'come on'.

I pulled the homemade jail knife out that I had in my hand, Porkie pulled out the very sharp lockback knife that he had concealed up his sleeve. We told the warden and nurse to sit on the floor, and if they did as we told them then no one would get hurt.

There is no getting away from the fact, he is one of only a few screws in the system who are the real McCoy. Anyone reading this book who has spent time in Scottish prisons will no doubt agree, this chimp is up for it just as much as the prisoners. I personally would love to see more screws like him, as he doesn't bother with all this shitty report piss. If you want to fight him, he comes into your cell, one-on-one, man-to-man.

Evil is there, out there and in your faces! You have two choices, either run or fight! To run is to die a coward! To fight is to win!

I've had guns pointed at me, and I can tell you that it's not the right place to be standing if some is really mad at you!

Face it and it will be less …

I moved in distance and as the fight unfolded, I landed a big, destructive, hard-hitting right hand (The Muckspreader) smack on the button and he collapsed in a (muck) heap on the deck, out for the count. His mates looked at me and never said a word. The big fella was asleep and wasn't moving… I had flattened him.

This was a new buzz, better than anything I'd tried before. For the first time, I could fight back at others. I'd even fight with a parked car! I was totally kyboshed on these drugs, I didn't care how many boys were standing outside the pub, I'd run over and fight the lot of them. Even though I came off second best, in my mind, I still walked away a winner. I showed them I wasn't a little shit-bag that always got battered, not when I had the drugs in me.

SLAP! I saw a bright flash in front of my eyes, 'Don't you try and be a fucking smart arse in here, Holland, this is Partick cop shop you're in,' the irate copper retorted. 'So fuck,' I snapped.