Quotes About Confrontation

How dare you?' Bayar began, but his voice had lost some of its force. 'How dare you come into this sacred hall, flinging accusations?' 'I have not yet made any accusations,' Willo said. 'Perhaps it is our own guilt clamoring in your ears.

At least I fight my own battles, Alister,' Micah said. 'Really? And exactly why did you go cackling to the dean?

If he weren't so thoroughly wrung out, he could kill the bastard on the spot. In his present condition, he'd be lucky to strangle a gnat

The girl must be looking for another hot-fudge shower," Ellen said. Then she, too, advanced on Leesha.

You can't give evil free reign because you're afraid to confront it.

I . . . what do you mean? I don't know any Angelique." Catherine stared at him in surprise. "Why, Garren, of course you know Angelique, the clerk in my shop in Whitehall?" Garren planted both hands on the table and pushed to his feet. "Let's go. This is a waste of time." "It says . . ." The seer frowned, as if trying to make out a hazy script. "It says, 'I'm not going to sleep with you anymore, you faithless bastard.

I could turn you over to the bluejackets, you know. It's in your best interest to come to terms." Han shrugged and ran his hand over the interior wall. "This place could burn down, you know. Maybe even with you inside. That'd be a shame.

Han wasn't used to sharing territory with an enemy. You drove him out, or he drove you out. You hushed him or he hushed you, and life went on. For one of you.

Guess you're not used to targets that shoot back.

What's the matter, Garrett? Am I getting a little too close to the truth?" "What you're getting a little too close to is a spanking.

rant to Yasmin as I thump out the text message to my boyfriend Stuart.

I know about the note and so do the police. I never want to see you again. It's over. Dumping by text. That's the most he deserves.

That hunger for power will need to be beaten out of her

Putting up with" means withdrawing from panic in panic; adding panic to panic, hoping that panic will go quickly and not come back; it means avoiding people and places that bring on panic so that one's horizon becomes narrower and narrower until it is finally bounded by the front gate; it means always keeping the way open for quick retreat; it means expecting retreat. It means continued illness.

Death is an encounter with oneself.

Quem se recusa à visão de um bicho está com medo de si próprio.

Como su hija, que ni me conocía, su hija que no se atrevió a ser madre pero dispuso de mi cuerpo como si fuera de ella, así como hoy usted, que no vino a saldar una deuda sino a cometer el mismo delito, veinte años después. La mira y repite, usted vino a usar mi cuerpo.

Why do you feel comfortable saying this to me? You wish the light would turn red or a police siren would go off so you could slam on the brakes, slam into the car ahead of you, fly forward so quickly both your faces would suddenly be exposed to the wind.

When the boys turned the corner was inflammation in the air already forming knuckles as they pummeled the body being kicked and beaten until knocked unconscious his right eye closed shut blood refusing to clot flowing from both ears were they hearing their own breathing their own ears allowing their blows to take custody of this body fallen against the hardness of the concrete floor leveled without give?

Patricia Williams has pointed out in The Alchemy of Race and Rights: "The cold game of equality staring makes me feel like a thin sheet of glass…. I could force my presence, the real me contained in those eyes, upon them, but I would be smashed in the process." Interviewed

Mr. Irving, you and I could get along and accomplish some things here together if you didn't maintain this basic attitude of `us against them.'" I shrugged. "I have that attitude because that's exactly the way it is." "It needn't be. If we cooperated more — " "If my aunt had balls, Mr. Grzgorek, she'd be my uncle.

What do you want from me? Revenge? Sorry—we're all out of revenge today!

Shut your fucking face.

Well, you gonna pull them pistols or whistle Dixie?