Quotes About Confrontation

The first encounter was when the Vikings came across 10 Indians taking naps under their overturned canoes - and the Vikings killed them. That did not set up a very good mutual relationship.

If you're nasty to me in my place of business, I'm going to be really nasty back.

I like to get on with people. I don't go around being nasty, but if someone crosses me, I can be horrible back.

Empires in decay, blinded by their hubris and unable to accept their diminishing power, refuse to confront hard and unpleasant facts. They replace diplomacy, multilateralism, and politics with unilateral threats and the blunt instrument of war.

He knew he was vulnerable now, cornered with one way out.

Yeah. An old flame just showed up to kick my ass. It's been that kind of day.

here in five minutes." "Sir, you haven't paid them in weeks.

She had refused to draw the monster. She feared to give him form.

She was no longer a coward, forcing bravery from herself—she was brave. "You're not going to kill me," she said, and with swift impatience, she jabbed her elbow in his gut.

When she thought of how Lord Northcliff was ruining the life of a poor, sweet, old lady, she wanted to shriek with frustration. She wanted to shake him until he saw sense. She wanted to . . . she wanted to arrange a carriage accident that would finish him off.

It's your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can't lose.

Son of a bitch, you're scary, he informed Jackson. Where the hell did you get that look? Practicing in the mirror every day?

If you don't get out of my way right this minute, I'm going to . . ." She pictured bringing up her knee hard and watching him writhe in pain on the floor. The image in her mind was as vivid as his shark image had been. Aidan leapt away from her, laughing as he did so. "You have a nasty little temper, Alexandria.

He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He'd walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to ruin him.

I wonder how you'll scream when I tear out your heart and show it to you," Emma said, very calmly, her voice low, meaning every word.

Her body clenched with hot desire, and without thinking she bathed Jacques' mind in her heat. She saw his body hunch, as if someone had physically punched him. Guilt stirred for a moment, but then he was stroking her throat, his mental touch every bit as exciting in her state of arousal as his physical one. Gregori straightened up slowly and inhaled sharply, turned to glare at Jacques.

Two F-bombs in under a second. He was more than furious. She had no choice but to lift her chin, but she kept her eyes childishly shut tight, afraid if she looked at him, she'd be lost.

He looks at me. She lifted her chin belligerently, silently daring MaryAnn to laugh. If MaryAnn's eyebrow could have risen any higher it would have reached her hairline. Her mouth twitched, and she hastily bit the end of her pen. Oh, my. The bastard.

Your are? he demanded....................I'm in the women's bathroom, which is supposed to be private to women

Let him try to take on Torpedo Ink. He'll realize he has a tiger by the tail.

She didn't want to see the condemnation in his eyes, but she had to warn him. [...] She would lose everything. She would lose him. His family. This place. Her hideout. Most of all, she would lose an important ally.

She realized she was afraid of Xaviero, but was no longer completely and utterly terrified of him. Somehow, in confronting her worst nightmare, she gained confidence in herself.

I've got some bad news for you, Larry. The sad truth is, I'd rather pull out my fingernails one by one than sleep with you." She slipped out of the low-slung car. "Your breath stinks, Lar, and let's just face it—you're a creep." She slammed the door with such force he winced visibly.

That's right, hotshot. A woman defeated you. Go to hell thinking about that.