Quotes About Confrontation

Playing well requires study—period. There are more and less sophisticated ways to play the game, and those unwilling to face up to the reality of chess knowledge will be consigned forever to be ineffective, ignorant underachievers. (Understanding this hard truth didn't amount to acting on it, but it was at least a good first step.)

It was clear that being mentally prepared to die was not quite the same as staring death in the face.

GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM YOU VILE LITTLE GIRL! AND TAKE THAT DISGUSTING CREATURE WITH YOU!" snarled the teacher.

We will maintain heading until he's committed, then I want a hard skew-turn to starboard. As hard as you can make it, Chief. I want our starboard broadside on him as he passes below us, and then I want to cut down across his stern and stick it right up his kilt. Clear? (Honor Harrington)

I will not negotiate with the undead!

He looked right into her and then he said, "In a second I'm going to ask you if you're okay. Your answer is extremely important. If you can keep fighting, or at least keep running, you have to say 'yes'. Otherwise we have to run away and let them win this one. Now. Are you okay?

SHUT UP. Both of you. You're coming with me." To me he said, "Put some pants on." "Fuck you. This is my house. I make the rules. You take your clothes off . John, get the Twister mat.

He gave me a look that would have made cancer apologize, then ran like hell.

I didn't cry. And if you think I did, good luck proving it, asshole.

I had a familiar, nervous sensation, one that goes all the way back to elementary school. It's the simultaneous realization that I may have talked my way into another fistfight, and that I had not spent any time learning to fight since the last one.

John jolted awake to find himself staring down a shotgun wielded by his greatest enemy: himself.

John looked at him and yelled, "What are you waiting for? Shoot him in the mouth!" The word "mouth" could not be heard over the gunshots.

If you had to choose, and if you were not allowed to see either ahead of time and had no other information to go on, would you rather fight Mindcrow or Gonadulus?

The thing with Jen ended with a pregnancy scare. She had seen my world and didn't want to bring a baby into it. This led to some violent arguments during which I pointed out, loudly and in sprays of spittle, that if she got an abortion the fucking unborn fucking fetus would likely fucking haunt us—I mean literally haunt our home—until the day we died and possibly beyond. It turned out that was the wrong thing to say.

He then wrestled away the man's gun and "dick-whipped" him with it. I am unclear as to whether or not this means he struck the man in the groin or merely slapped him in the same manner in which he would slap a person with his dick.

John says the men threw him down and intended to execute him, at which point he kicked one of the men in the face and backflipped to his feet. He then wrestled away the man's gun and "dick-whipped" him with it. I am unclear as to whether or not this means he struck the man in the groin or merely slapped him in the same manner in which he would slap a person with his dick.

Franky the Cop let me lead the way outside to the shed, staying a few steps back so that he could have time to shoot me in case I decided to wheel on him with fists of fury.

John claims that here he told the guards that he could not speak English and when this failed to persuade them, he faked a violent seizure.

People couldn't bear to go on living if they faced every cold truth about themselves.

Bring it on, Biggen

Mrs. de Morgan- How can you stand to be near him now that you know he has taken a life? Veronica- Because, Mrs. de Morgan, I have taken two.

I slammed the door in her face and applied my bloody shoe to the lurkers in the bathtub,

am the woman who knows twenty ways to kill you and all of them with pain," I told her with an answering smile. "Now, take your carpetbag and your decaying mother and leave. If you come here again, I will not be answerable for my actions.

Stoker gave him a thin, feral smile, baring his teeth. "You always were a slippery bastard," he said in a low tone. "But even you cannot talk your way around the fact that we found your name in Ramsforth's ledger.