Quotes About Confrontation

My motto is: hit first, ask questions later....

I did not recognise the man at the door and, in split-second time, I pointed the barrel of the fearsome looking weapon to the downstairs living room window, blew that out and then levelled it at the bedroom window above, and blew that out. The owner of the property literally shit his pants and slammed the door.

As they carried him out, one of his mates came back in and said to me, 'Do it too me, go on, fucking try it with me.' I obliged and I flattened him as well and he was laid out in the ambulance next to Big John heading for the casualty department.

Some people say you should watch a man's feet to see if he's ready to swing a punch, I say watch his fucking eyes!

Usually with a couple of these shots the word 'Goodnight' would show up on their forehead, but he was still on his feet, but backed up and then I battered him with a flurry of combinations: right, left, right, right, right and a sweet right hand and he went down. For good measure, I booted him in the head and turned around and walked fast in to the pub away from the scene.

I opened my coat and flashed the gun to Brew, all I had to do was point it and pull the trigger and that would be the end of one of my enemies. I'd probably have to shoot the second as he ran way from me totting the gun.

As one of the motorbikes came towards me, I let a big heavy right go, and knocked the rider's head clean off his shoulders! Fucking hell, the guy's head was still in his helmet and it was clattering all the way down the road.

He caught me neat, right on the fucking face and I took one step back and thought, you're not getting away with that you bastard! I was punching the piss out of him, he kept going down, but I didn't kick him, he'd had enough. I didn't put the boot in to a man older than myself. But this confrontation was out of the blue, out of the fucking blue. That's what I had to face.

Thank God! He went down in front of the bar on the tiled floor. BANG! The fat bastard, he shattered both knees with the weight of him. My hands were in just a little bit of pain, but I was driven on to keep punching his fat head in by the gratifying squeals I was eliciting from him and, broken hands or not, with the coup de grace… I knocked him out.

There was just one cheeky bastard in the club that night and it started World War Three. There was a bloodbath down there, they all got locked up, and the police dogs didn't need feeding for a week after that.

Because in all of the whole human race Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one staying put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face

He knew that once you bested anybody like Mr. Scratch in fair fight, his power on you was gone. And he could see that Mr. Scratch knew it too.

Signaling them to be quiet, Terry ushered them away. "My father is speaking to JAMSTEC's Board of Directors. Dr. Craven's team sold us out, stating that our facility is totally inadequate and that we are clueless about how to care for the pup. She predicted it would be dead before the end of the week. As you probably heard, Dr. Simidu is livid. As of now—

Don't argue with an idiot, he'll only beat you with experience.

Unwilling to accept the uncertainties and high political costs of a military confrontation with the Taliban, American diplomats also suspended disbelief and lazily embraced Saudi and Pakistani arguments that the Taliban would mature and moderate.

said. "Now that he's found me again. Or he'd come himself. . . ." "Maria, why don't you just sign away the full partnership money? Tell him you'll take the twenty percent and forfeit the rest?" She looked at me. "You could stop running," I said. "I don't know," she said. "Maybe

What I learned from that moment is that when you face your fears, they aren't as big as you thought they were. What makes them big is when you don't turn around to face them head-on. The longer you avoid your fears, the bigger they grow in your mind.

get over the fear of losing a man by confronting him. Just stop being afraid, already.

A battle cry" Mr. Bennet said "is a warrior's calling card. Only it does not say 'Good afternoon. I have come for tea and crumpets.' It says 'Death has come for you! Flee or be killed where you stand!

Your fear of the truth does not hide or dilute it."

When somebody's religious identity is being challenged, things are bound to turn nasty quickly.

Aliera said, "You are a Jhereg." Mario said, "You are the most beautiful woman who has ever lived, or ever will live, in the Empire or anywhere else." "Well," said Aliera. "I am," remarked Mario, "confronted by a difficult decision." "Life seems to be full of them," agreed Aliera. "What is yours?" "Whether to continue running for my life, or to stay here and look at you.

Or more like them," said Lucifer. "He won't want to leave himself undefended. After all, one of us could break in and kick him in the knee.

Q: The Witness is reminded that she may be held in contempt. A: The feeling is mutual.