Quotes About Confrontation

We are between the wild thoat of certainty and the mad zitidar of fact - we can escape neither.

A thousand times rather face the wild hordes of the dead sea bottoms than meet the eyes of this beautiful young girl and tell her the thing that I must tell her.

The girls head went high. There could be but one suitable reply to your assertion, Mr. Clayton, she said icily, and I regret that I am not a man, that I might make it. She turned quickly and entered the cabin.

she faced the fearful reality of choosing between the final alternatives–Nikolas Rokoff on one hand and self-destruction upon the other.

It was as though the dark part of my past had become a physical being, a black beast pounding on the gates of my memory.

The situation between them was one which could have been cleared up only by a sudden explosion of feeling, and their whole training and habit of mind were against the chances of such an explosion.

If May had spoken out her grievances (he suspected her of many) he might have laughed them away; but she was trained to conceal imaginary wounds under a Spartan smile

When you drive him hard, the boar will surely turn upon the hunters. If that sovereignty and their freedom cannot be reconciled, which will they take? They will cast your sovereignty in your face. No-body will be argued into slavery.

Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents', on April 23, 1770: 'When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.

up to MacManus, who towered over him, he hissed, "I hear you are going to toss me in a blanket. By God! if you try anything like that, I'll kick you, I'll bite you, I'll kick you in the balls, I'll do anything to you—you'd better leave me alone." This speech had the desired effect.38

straight into the ambush de Morès

stepped into the witness box to be examined. The defense wanted jurors who empathized with Muybridge—a married man who had a runaway wife, on the one hand, and a man who confronted a sexual rival, on the other.

You know how to spell that? G-U-Z-M-A-N. Don't you go spelling my name wrong, or I'll have to mess you up.

I was constantly amazed by how many people talked me into arresting them.

When a public quarrel is envenomed by private injuries, a blow that isn't mortal or decisive can be productive only of a short truce which allows the unsuccessful compeditent to sharpen his arms for a new encounter.

Sissy looked at the shot glass full of pig semen and threw it back neat.

the old story of the man who was going to fight a duel the next day. His second asked him, Are you a good shot? Well, said the duelist, I can snap the stem of a wineglass at twenty paces, and he looked modest. That's all very well, said the unimpressed second. But can you snap the stem of the wineglass while the wineglass is pointing a loaded pistol straight at your heart?

The absurd is born of the confrontation between the human call and the unreasonable silence of the world.

While you're taking your minute to think, consider the possible outcomes. Immediately discard any that involve making the Bully back down and admit that you're right. You cannot be right and effective at the same time.

I'm running it. Not Mr. Ruhl or any one else. Get that through your head, once and for all." "Looka here!" flashed Cleppy. "I don't aim to let any man speak that way to my wife. Cut it out, before I—" "You're fired," ordained Banks, in his best voice. "Go to the cashier and get your time. I'll not stand for any back talk or bluster here. Not from anybody. Get out!

Te veo tan hijo de puta como esos nazis que asesinaron a los judíos. Sos un criminal de guerra frustrado. Esta casa es un campo de concentración. Por la cocina corren tus alambradas electrizadas y tus perros. Yo soy la prisionera y vos el SS. Sos un guacho».

No todas las batallas se ganan atacando al enemigo por su flanco más débil; en ocasiones resulta aconsejable atacar justo en su punto fuerte.

The pretense of life he has assumed after dodging death and saving himself, after pushing away all those hands stretched out to pull him with them-after pushing them into death. But the premonition, dodging, and flight have consumed him and robbed his life of meaning, leaving only stagnation and lies, a daze this side of death, but that side of life.

Il delitto è un padrone rigido e inflessibile, contro cui non divien forte se non chi se ne ribella interamente.