Quotes About Confrontation

Jace," she said. "Why are you doing this to me?" "Because you're lying to me. And you're lying to yourself." Jace's eyes were blazing, and even though his hands were stuffed into his pockets, she could see that they were knotted into fists.

If you don't go after Luke," Clary said, enunciating very clearly, "I, personally, will kill you." For a moment Jocelyn looked astonished. Then she smiled. "Well," she said, "if you put it like that.

If you run into a psychic wall face-first, do you wind up with psychic bruises? -Clary, pg.239-

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't chop him into worthless-bastard-themed confetti. --Isabelle Lightwood

Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. he put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?" "The other ten percent," she said, and they rode the rest of the way down the street in silence.

She saw Valentine's eyes as the sword hurtled toward her; it seemed like eons, though it could only have been a split second. She saw that he could stop the blow if he wanted. Saw that he knew it might well strike her if he didn't. Saw that he was going to do it anyway.

He has become a worm. That is what I am telling you." "I don't suppose it would be possible," said Henry into the silence, "to, er, step on him?

Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is confront our own failings.

I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.

I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer." "I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian

Admiring yourself?" The Inquisitor's voice but through his reverie. "You wont look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you." "You do seem obsessed with my looks." Jace turned away from the mirror with some relief. "Could it be that all this is because you're attracted to me?

To witness means to decide to participate—not only with the head but with the heart—in the experience of another, an experience so painful that it must be shared in order to be confronted. Those in positions of power in our society have a tremendous ability to bring others from pain to possibility. And the beginning lies in poetry, for poetry provides distinctive access to pain. ?

I'm sorry." "For what?" She stood. "I had no intention of letting that go so far." "I had no intention of stopping until it did." He laughed and shook his head. "You're making it hard to leave, you know." That was her plan. Ally cocked a brow. "Am I? Sorry..." She wasn't sorry one little bit.

David held up his hands. "Hold it. This is going nowhere. You two are both afraid, and being afraid makes you angry, and being angry makes you lash out." "Thank you, Dr. Laura," I said snippily. "I'm not afraid of her," Hunter said, like a six-year-old, and I wanted to kick him under the table. Now that I knew he was actually alive, I remembered just how unpleasant he was.

Drag all the skeletons out where we can see 'em," she said softly."That's the only way to get rid of them. They hate the sun light.

A única forma de vencer o medo é enfrentá-lo uma e outra vez até conseguirmos olhar sem temor para o que antes nos assustava

She swallowed, trying to avoid his gaze and failing miserably. When their eyes met, she felt as if the ground fell away. There was no mistaking that look in his eye. The moment of reckoning had come.

I won't marry you!" she cried frantically. He threw her a look charged with martial arrogance. "You will be my wife, little one. My way or yours, in the end, it will be so.

I was just thinking. Once I get home, we'll be enemies again. My people would shoot you if you ever came around. And that--" She sniffed and swiped at her eyes. "That makes me sad. And sort of scared. What if there was an Indian attack? What if I--" She turned her head to study him. "I might look down the barrel of a rifle someday, and it might be you at the other end." "I will not lift my blade against you.

Never be afraid to look, Raymond. It's always better to look. Whatever you're afraid of, turn toward it, not away. Once you're willing to do that, it loses all its power over you. Trust me. I know this. I don't always do it. But I really, truly know.

Never be afraid to look, Raymond. It's always better to look. Whatever you're afraid of, turn toward it, not away. Once you're willing to do that, it loses all its power over you.

you had been civil, he would have been the one to look bad. Not you. This way you appear to validate him. You give him all the ammunition he needs.

So, who's stronger, the man who looks truth in the eye, or the man who tells himself lies to make it go away?

Because if you had been civil, he would have been the one to look bad. Not you. This way you appear to validate him. You give him all the ammunition he needs.