Quotes About Confrontation

How many great things could happen to you by confronting the things that scare you most.

If you cannot get rid of the skeleton in the closet- you may as well take it out and make it dance.

We have to recall the functional definition of the Shadow as that which renders us uncomfortable in confronting in ourselves.

Go into the fear, deal with it, lest you live a fugitive life.

Deal with him, Hemingway!

and with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and by Jesus he near throttled him.

Stand forth, Nayman of Noland (for no longer will I follow you obliquelike through the inspired form of the third person singular and the moods and hesitensies of the deponent but address myself to you, with the empirative of my vendettative, provocative and out direct), stand forth, come boldly, jolly me, move me, zwilling though I am, to laughter in your true colours ere you be back for ever till I give you your talkingto!

Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position?

Maybe YOU should suck my fuckin' dick. Then we'll see who's GAY.

Die, Motherfuckers held what is called a group-conscience meeting, and Eddy was told to hit the bricks and never come back unless he wanted his head shoved up a Harley-Davidson exhaust pipe.

Your knowledge and mine won't go away. But you've got to look at it for what it is. You can't bury something awful inside yourself, then pretend it's not there while you fight another war that makes you break all your own rules.

said. "Whatdid you say?" she said. He shifted his rifle to his left hand and spun her in the opposite direction, then pushed her hard between the shoulder blades, snapping her head back. When she

I've killed men against whom I had no grievance.

I hit him so hard spittle and blood flew from his mouth onto a woman's blouse four feet away. I drove my fist into his kidney, a blow that made his back arch as though his spine had been broken, then I hooked him with a left below the eye and drove a right cross into his jaw that knocked him across a folding table.

Maggie's face darkened, as

To her horror, Starstone realized she was suddenly alone with Vader, who immediately signaled his stormtroopers to leave her to him, and to devote themselves to slaughtering the few Wookiees who remained on the tier.

I ripped her. I shoved my hand in her blouse and jerked. She was wide open from her throat to her belly. "You got that climbing out. You caught it in the door handle." My voice sounded queer, like it was coming out of a tin phonograph. "And this you don't know how you got." I hauled off and hit her in the eye as hard as I could.

Papi, olvidaste lo que le hiciste a ese demonio Deems? Su banda de lagartos te va a rebanar como un plátano.

If you think looking at three hundred boiling-mad, half-cocked Virginians holding every kind of breechloader under God's sun staring back at you with murder in their eyes is a ticket to redemption, you is on the dot.

If I ever see you again, I'll send your ass hooting and hollering out my damn door.

She looked at me a long time, watching me sweep the floor, wearing that damn fool dress. I didn't say a word. Just kept on sweeping. Finally, she placed her small foot on the broom and stopped it. I had to look up at her then. Them eyes was staring down at me. I can't say they was kind eyes. Rather they was tight as balled fists. Full. Firm. Stirred. The wind seemed to live in that woman's face. Looking at her was like staring at a hurricane.

Because all that money wouldn't be in the pot in the first place if you weren't up against a pretty strong hand, you loose, dumb, tight-weak motherfucker!

Sighing, she gave a brief nod. "I was supposed to win. I was supposed to finish you off. They never counted on you winning. And then you didn't kill me. It was awful." "You're welcome," I said, feeling fresh anger ignite. "I'll try not to humiliate you by letting you live next time." (Max II to Max)

So the first thing we're gonna do, I told him, is push you off the roof.