Quotes About Confrontation

I thought of walks in the English countryside, where people start shouting at you as soon as you stray from the footpath.

At the base of it was the urge, if you wanted to play football, to knock someone down, that was what the sport was all about, the will to win closely linked with contact.

Never wound a foe when you can kill him

I understand that if any more words come pouring out your cunt mouth, I'm going to have to eat every fucking chicken in this room.

The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands!

Spikes, " he sighed. "Heads. Walls.

Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.

There's no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it.

That man said he'd take your head too." "Well, as to that," Yoren said, "if he can get it off my shoulders, he's welcome to it.

That's no law, just a sword. Happens I got one too.

Less reliable tales also reached his ears, of a dwarf witch who haunted a hill in the riverlands, and a dwarf whore in King's Landing renowned for coupling with dogs. His own sweet sister had told him of the last, even offering to find him a bitch in heat if he cared to try it out. When he asked politely if she were referring to herself, Cersei had thrown a cup of wine in his face.

This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.

You've got a bold tongue, little man. One day, someone is like to cut it out and make you eat it.

Cersei Lannister: I shall wear this as a badge of honor. Robert Barathon: Wear it in silence or I'll honor you again.

A man is never so vulnerable in a battle as when he flees," Lord Eddard has told Jon once. "A running man is like a wounded animal to a soldier. It gets his bloodlust up.

I will not fight you," Princess Meria told Rhaenys, "nor will I kneel to you. Dorne has no king. Tell your brother that." "I shall," Rhaenys replied, "but we will come again, Princess, and the next time we shall come with fire and blood.

When the end comes, I will meet it raging.

Your Grace," he said, when he and Cersei were alone, "I was wondering. Are you drunk, or merely stupid?

If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

You are in difficulty," she observed. "He will not come," Kraznys said. "There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.

But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated.

With scarcely a moment's respite, they began to play a very different sort of song. No one sang the words, but Catelyn knew "The Rains of Castamere" when she heard it. Edwyn was hurrying toward a door. She hurried faster, driven by the music. Six quick strides and she caught him. And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?

Tyrion felt a pang of rage. "You fucking son of a pox-ridden ass," he spat. "I hope you die of a bloody flux.

They were all around him, half a dozen of them, white-faced children with dark eyes, boys and girls together. And in their hands, the daggers.