Quotes About Confrontation

Clegane would grunt from time to time, and once Tyrion heard him mutter a curse, but otherwise he fought in a sullen silence. Not Oberyn Martell. "You raped her," he called, feinting. "You murdered her," he said, dodging a looping cut from Gregor's greatsword. "You killed her children," he shouted, slamming the spearpoint into the giant's throat, only to have it glance off the thick steel gorget with a screech.

Do you mean to spend your whole life running away?" Tyrion asked before she could slip back out the door. That stopped her. Her cheeks turned a bright pink, and he was afraid she was about to start weeping again. Instead she thrust out her lip defiantly and said, "You're running too." "I am," he confessed. "but I am running TO and you are running FROM, and there's a world of difference there.

Men can always fight, Your Grace. Ask rather if we can win. Dying is easy, but victory comes hard.

If any man tries to stop us, cut him down.

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

To help me to my grave. I asked for you to leave. Will you make me call my gaolers and have you dragged away, you vile, scheming, evil bitch?

This time the Imp meant to fight, and a city that fought could expect no mercy at all.

If only they were truly ants, wee could step on them and crush them.

When the two men were ten yards apart, the Red Viper stopped and called out, "Have they told you who I am?" Ser Gregor grunted through his breaths. "Some dead man.

Dear brother. I had hoped that you were dead." "After you," Aegon answered. "You are the elder." "I am pleased to know that you remember that," Rhaenyra answered. "It would seem we are your prisoners...but do not think that you will hold us long. My leal lords will find me." "If they search the seven hells, mayhaps.

A man who fears battle wins no victories

The only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid,

When I don't fancy a man's eyes, I put an arrow through one.

If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look him in the face and hear his last words,

My trees, they said, you can't eat them apples. My stream, you can't fish here. My wood, you're not t' hunt. My earth, my water, my castle, my daughter, keep your hands away or I'll chop 'em off, but maybe if you kneel t' me I'll let you have a sniff.

Choose. Fly or die.

I can smell defiance, I can smell pride, I can smell disobedience. I catch a whiff of any such stinks, you'll answer for it. When I sniff you, all I want to smell is fear.

We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks.

To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.

Os brasileiros levaram toda a tripulação do Pirabebé em seus próprios vasos como prisioneiros. Um oficial brasileiro baixou a bandeira paraguaia, pisou e cuspiu nela, e tudo foi tirado do iate, até mesmo as roupas dos engenheiros.

With those attacks, the terrorists and their supporters declared war on the United States. And war is what they got.

There are some who feel like—that if they attack us—that we may decide to leave prematurely…. My answer is, bring 'em on.

These hoes be bitching, don't mess with them just shoot them.

Experience teaches us that it is much easier to prevent an enemy from posting themselves than it is to dislodge them after they have got possession.