Quotes About Confrontation

When we talk about a person being a problem, rather than directly to the person, we add to the underground anxiety and make it harder for the talked-about person to behave with confidence and competence.

Liberation by destruction was on the way! We would free them even if we had to kill them all to do it!

Da ist leicht Fechten, wo niemand zurückschlägt.

Don't even try your bullshit with us...! You psycho idiot, certifiable, father-complex, bitch!

Geçmi?in ac? gerçekleriyle yüzle?meden, hesapla?madan gelece?e nas?l ilerleyece?iz ki?

What are you doing here?" said Azalea, grasping in the basket behind her for the butter knife. Her hand found a teaspoon. It was better than nothing

Why, Mrs. Michaelson, just what are you afraid of? Me?

All right, McCauley. Just what the hell are you doing in bed with my sister? I need an explanation, and a good one!" "There's a damned good one," he said lightly, addressing Jesse but his eyes narrowing on Daniel. "She's my wife.

Along our chosen paths, we all meet up with demons. We must meet them, and battle them, even when they are nothing but mist in the night.

I think about the problem with running from your trouble . The problem is in the stopping. The whole time you think you're getting away from everything, the trouble is running like mad, too, trying to catch up with you. And it doesn't slow down when you do--it keeps on sprinting. So when trouble finally reaches you, it hits you hard (p107)

The true courage is in facing danger when you are afraid. —The Wizard of Oz

If tearing someone's acrylic nails off, glue and all, and cramming them down her throat didn't look so unattractive, I would probably do just that to Drea right now.

There are two types of problems: the ones we pay attention to so that we can come up with solutions, and those from which we run away.

Practice in the art of swiping away whatever we don't want to face leaves us ill prepared to face tragic events in our own lives.

knock, knock. who's there? it's cancer. cancer who? cancer of the section right behind your belly button that you have been trying to pass off as the pinch of ovulation. but it's not. it's cancer. it's me.

Fuck you! I hope you die!" "Everybody Dies," I said. "So fuck you.

We may be likened to two scorpions in a bottle, each capable of killing the other, but only at the risk of his own life. —J. Robert Oppenheimer

You should have died when I killed you.

A confrontation with divinity, your own higher intelligence, is going to change you, and some people don't want change. They should be warned that if you come into this temple, you're going to face blazing activation of your brain. You're never going to be the same.

In the Eleusinian mysteries, they would always warn people, "if you go in here, your ego will die. You're going to have to confront all your past hang-ups, strip them off, and be a changed person." One emperor of Rom who wanted to be initiated in the Eleusinian mysteries said, "That's interesting, I approve of what you're doing, but I don't want to be changed."

Eat. This time you're eating paper. The next time it's going to be glass.

Reacher said, "So here's the thing Brett. Either you take your hand off my chest, or I'll take it off your wrist.

Enough, a person might say, if that person lived in the civilized world, the world of movies and television and fair play and decent restraint. But Reacher didn't live there. He lived in a world where you don't start fights but you sure as hell finish them, and you don't lose them either, and he was the inheritor of generations of hard-won wisdom that said the best way to lose them was to assume they were over when they weren't yet.

He picked up the wrench and broke the guy's wrist with it, one, and then the other wrist, two, and turned back and did the same to the guy who had held the hammer, three, four. The two men were somebody's weapons, consciously deployed, and no soldier left an enemy's abandoned ordnance on the field in working order. The doctor's wife was watching from the cabin door, all kinds of terror in her face. "What?" Reacher asked her.