Quotes About Confrontation

Ultimately, I want a peak experience in reading, and that is sometimes difficult to find in contemporary fiction. I'm not interested in books that are just clever and well executed; polish doesn't impress me, and I don't care about a merely capable sentence. Life is short; I want a confrontation with high art. I want soul. Great literature rattles the mind and makes the body sing. It's an unmistakable, electric feeling, and too rare. That is what I want.

Since I didn't have any world-class fencing skills, I kicked Cernunnos in the nuts again. I didn't have to know how to use a sword to do that, and he was standing there like he was asking for it, so it seemed justified. Shock and rage filled his green eyes all over again and he doubled. I guess there must be rules that people fighting gods usually followed. Next time, maybe someone would give me a primer.

Nothing so promotes the growth of consciousness as [the] inner confrontation of opposites.

It was then that it dawned on me: I must take the responsibility, it is up to me how my fate turns out. I had been confronted with a problem to which I had to find the answer. And who posed the problem? Nobody ever answered me that. I knew that I had to find the answer out of my deepest self, that I was alone before God, and that God alone asked me these terrible things. From

Whoever goes into the mirror of the water will first see his own face[:] whoever goes to himself risks a confrontation with himself. [...] Whoever looks into the water sees his own image, but behind it living creatures soon loom up.

At the same time the assimilation guards against the dangerous isolation which everyone feels when confronted by an incomprehensible and irrational aspect of his personality. Isolation leads to panic, and that is only too often the beginning of a psychosis.

I'm here to pay my respects to the Kleinsasser family," Cassie said after a beat. "It's over, John Wayne. I know everything." His face twitched. The color drained out of it. "What in the hell are you talking about?" he asked. "I know about your mine," she said. "I know how you framed Blake. I know enough to put you into Deer Lodge prison for a very long time.

Then to her: "Don't get me wrong. I admire your guts coming here tonight. That shows me something. But I've got a question for you." "What?" "Who is going to protect these people now?" he asked. "You?" He said it with incredulity. She felt her face flush hot again, and she sipped the glass of wine for something to do.

The brothers were on us like ugly on an ape

I try to avoid confrontations with white trash, but sometimes they don't give you no selection.

the fight continued in the

Jed knew that trying to stand between a hormone-fueled teenager and his love interest was akin to walking between a grizzly sow and her cubs, and Walt didn't look dumb enough to do either. Walt's distraction would help Jed, though, and that's all that mattered.

His face reddened and his eyes bulged. He looked like he was ready to explode. She looked away because the intensity of his glare was almost violent in itself. Then he surprised her by snorting again and he laughed softly, shaking his head. He seemed suddenly more interested in the untouched shot and beer than he was in her confession.

Nie wracajmy do przesz?o?ci. -Nie mo?emy. Musimy stan?? z ni? twarz? w twarz, gdy? jedynie wtedy zdo?amy odnale?? pokój

Fearful as reality is, it is less fearful than evasions of reality.

Strike so that he may feel he is dying.

My dad always used to tell me that if they challenge you to an after-school fight, tell them you won't wait-you can kick their ass right now.

Opposites contend

There is something wrong with coppers' I said. 'You can't punch them in the jaw when you want to.

You can't just fly into the Great Coat, shoot your way into Bluewater, and take Kai and his father,' I told him. 'Why not?' 'Cause you can't. They'll killl you, for one thing.' Ulysses scratched his beard. 'Hmm. Need a better plan.

impossible to hide. Every word had led him closer to what was unnameable and appalling. What he had been trying for so many years to repress. Now escape was no longer an option. He felt the morning air fill his lungs as he walked as fast as he could. His heart was pounding in

Had I left those images hidden in the emotions, I might have been torn to pieces by them.

Right now there's a pair of bad cops on their way out here to shoot me." "You don't know that." "Yeah, you're right," Stranahan said. "They're probably just collecting Toys for Tots. Now go.

One of the doctors who reviewed how people had performed in that operating room could have been speaking about denial in general when he astutely said: "It's like waking up in your house with a room full of smoke, opening the window to let the smoke out, and then going back to bed.