Quotes About Confrontation

My face had a disagreement with a fist about occupying the same space. The fist had the upper hand.

It wasn't my fault that Candace followed me down to the water's edge and it wasn't my fault that I picked her up and held her down in the water and watched her pass on to the great beyond. She wanted to be there, or she wouldn't have gone down there with me. She knew she was killing me and she knew that I was not the type to go down without a fight.

Do . . . you . . . speak . . . English?" she asks. NO, BUT I SPEAK CUNT.

Did you kill me yet?" "Eat your fucking ice cream.

Cornered, she seemed to possess no mechanism for behaving well. By the same token, when not trapped or obliged to confront people or situations that upset her, she had a particular ability to think about them with apparently genuine pleasure. Martha

You call me Red again, Mister, and you won't need one. What you'll need is a pine box and a preacher to read about you lyin' down green pastures.

Bell seated himself behind the desk, motioning for Nancy to stand opposite him. There was tense silence for a moment. Then Bell reached for a desk telephone. "I am going to call the police, Miss Drew, and turn you over to them on a charge of trespassing, breaking, and entering with an attempt to steal." "I wish you would," Nancy replied. "if it is possible over that dummy telephone.

Your father and I will deal with him." "What are you going to do?" I say. "We will talk to him." I snort. "Yeah, that's going to work.

I would knock your head against a Wall until it was soft as a baked apple!

She smirks."Are you attempting to stop me, little one?" "Excuse me? Did you just call me 'little one'? What are you? Like, four feet tall?" I ask.

I stomp toward her and point. I've SO had it with her. "That is SO not nice." You don't even talk like a queen." She glares at me. Nick raises an eyebrow at me. "You're a QUEEN?" I walk to the edge of the bed, stand just a few inches away from her. Power rolls off of her. "Okay, please refrain from your insidious comments, which are obviously geared to inflict harm upon my psyche. I do not appreciate it." Nick cracks up. "Well, you ARE the same Zara.

It's going to come to fists eventually.

I punched to line. "Yes? What?" "Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.

You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.

His belly was flabby, and it got softer every time I hit it. I hit it often.

I've run into some S.O.B. directors, but I gave them back as good as I got.

That sounds silly, doesn't it? Running away just because you don't want to hurt somebody's feelings? But did you ever think how much of our lives we spend,dodging and twisting and making things difficult for ourselves, to avoid hurting somebody's feelings. Even people with absolutely no claim on us?

Play your little fucking games somewhere else," Mills said angrily.

You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me." "I was ninety percent sure." "I see," Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hands on his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?" "The other ten percent.

If you are meditating and a devil appears, make the devil meditate too

A line has been drawn in the sand.

Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking Nerf herder.

I think little of people who will deny their history because it doesn't present the picture they would like.

corner into the Vicolo del Fiori. He faced four tall men dressed as gladiators, shoulder to shoulder, and at once he knew that something was wrong. "Stop