Quotes About Confrontation

Yeah, we taught him a lesson," the Texan said, his voice fading in and out with the wind. "These goddamn Indians got to learn whose property this is!

She was halfway through the revolving door when the thought hit her; she was the one who had seen Junior and Luther fighting before the banquet. She was the one had told Detective Sullivan. Overcome with guilt, she grabbed Ted's arm and faced him. "It's because of me," she said. "Junior was arrested because of me!

Dear God, This is so scary, but it's also freeing. For the first time I see your plan for healing broken relationships. I need to do the right thing, and it's not to close my eyes and stay silent. It's to confront him. But I need your help. I'm afraid it won't go well and I will have to implement a consequence. Help me be strong.

Contrary to what destructive people will say, the most loving thing we can do for them is hold them accountable for their actions. This indeed may cost us sacrifice and suffering. We do this not only for our benefit but with the hope that as we draw a line in the sand and say "no more" they will wake up to their own sinfulness and repent.

Yes, or no, is the hinge on which everything turns. Shall I yield and dishonor God, or shall I resist and triumph in His might? There is no possible compromise; for compromise with sin is itself the most insidious form of sin. No man can pass through these crises, and be after them what he was before. He has met God face to face, and he must either be the better or the worse for that experience.

Look, who's the talking bear here?" Quentin snapped. "Is it you? Are you the talking fucking bear? All right. So shut the fuck up.

There were things he'd been scared to face his whole life, and now that he was looking them in the eye they weren't quite as scary as he first thought.

One, your hair is stupid. And two, I don't know what it's like where you come from, but if you ever do anything that could get me sent back to Brooklyn again, I won't just break your nose. I will motherfucking kill you.

We found some of them. It was always either a fight

And now we are going to put our Jimmy Choo so far up your ass, your going to taste next season.

You. Killed. A. Hermit. You. Weird. Sweaty. Bastard!

The Queen turned crimson with fury, and after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, began screaming, "Off with her head! Off with—"

Putting somebody else in crisis mode and causing them to make quicker decisions, urgent decisions, rather than prolonged, more logical decisions can be very advantageous. So, to be successful in business, you have to understand the power of confrontation and how to use it correctly.

Are you going to come quietly, or do I have to use earplugs?

My dad always used to tell me that if they challenge you to an after-school fight, tell them you won't wait-you can kick their ass right now.

I want to be able to say what's on my mind and in my heart and what I think is helpful and useful without somebody getting angry, some special interest group deciding this is the time to silence a voice of dissent and attack affiliates, attack sponsors. I'm sort of done with that.

Now that I have called you on your false accusation, you are using additional smear tactics.

Pose a political threat to Business As Usual, and sooner or later, mostly sooner, someone will try to kill you.

I had displeased the jacobins by blaming their aristocratic usurpation of legitimate powers; the priests of all sorts by claiming religious liberty; the anarchists by repressing them; and the conspirators by rejecting their offers.

Some artists want to confront. Some want to invoke thought. They're all necessary and they're all valid.

However, when the privilege depends solely on the broad, undifferentiated claim of public interest in the confidentiality of such conversations, a confrontation with other values arises.

The wisest of sages have said that a man will choose violence out of fear. The Master's words were expressive, but cold, and directed toward the King. Is your stature so mean that you dare not face me without fetters?

Talith confronted the self-contained prince she recalled much too clearly from the tumultuous events that surrounded a failed coronation.

You killed my pappy, said the youth, and my pappy's pappy. And his pappy's pappy. And my brothers Jethro, Hank, Hoss, Red, Peregrine, Marsh, Junior, Dizzy, Luke, Peregrine, George and all the others. I'm callin' you out, lawman.