Quotes About Confrontation

In the fight between you and reality, be discouraging.

The fabric is rent. Whatever stories at whatever degree of belief these people use to shield themselves from reality have just been structurally destabilized. The stories may survive for weeks or months or years, but their demise is now assured and the time will come when each of these people gets what they came here for; a direct confrontation with reality.

There's no overestimating our ability to avoid making eye contact with the obvious.

I'm very sorry for the inconvenience." And he shot the concierge once between astonished eyes.

You know who I am? Sure, Pony typed. You're the Queen of the Universe. Flattering, April responded. Wanna fill me in on you? They call me Pony. You're not bad... What do you want to know? … Who's the bad guy? You? Or me?

Running away from your fears is a losing strategy. — Jeff Keller

What to wear? I could think of no guidelines on what we were wearing this season to a party forced on you to celebrate an unwanted engagement that might turn into a violent confrontation with a vengeful maniac. Clearly brown shoes were out, but beyond that nothing really seemed de rigueur.

Mrs. Cooke reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his phone, and threw it with all her force onto the asphalt.

If you really want to shoot me, go ahead, but shooting your driver is one of the stupidest possible ways anybody could ever die.

No! Why didn't you tell me any of this before I went after her? In what universe should I come home and find out that you went behind my back and invited our goddamn son to kill a woman with me? You're supposed to be the rational one in the household! Do you have any concept of how fucked up this conversation is? Any concept at all?

What was he supposed to do besides break the living room window? Stand outside whacking off while she grabbed a cell phone and called for help?

Say what?" I demanded. "Are you threatening me?

The kitchen lights came on, revealing two goons behind the bald guy. Younger guys who were also dressed entirely in black. The one on the left had one of those ridiculous curved collectors' knives, the kind they sell on the Home Shopping Network that looked like they're used to skin buffalo. Glinting in the overhead florescence, it didn't look ridiculous at all. His partner had opted for the maniac implement de jour—a sixteen inch chainsaw.

Was this first contact, or last contact?

Central might catch up to him before he got there. But lurking behind them might be something even darker and more vast, and that was the killing joke. That the thing catching up with all of them would be even less merciful—and would question them until, like a towel wrung dry and then left out in the sun, they were nothing but brittle husks and hollows. Unless

La vida es imposible cuando se es cobarde- dijo Dinello. [...] -La timidez o es cobardía o es cortesía y hay que romperla con un gesto brutal- agregó Dinello [...] -¡Cruzar las líneas enemigas!- Contestó él sin titubear.

La morte quale minaccia è la moneta del potere. Qui è facile mettere una moneta sull'altra e accumulare enormi capitali. Chi vuole riuscire ad aggredire il potere deve guardare negli occhi senza timore il comando e trovare i mezzi per sottrargli la sua spina.

Really, sometimes she just wanted to round up all the Emerson parents in the gymnasium, line them up single file, and then go down the line, one by one, smacking each of them upside the head and yelling, "What the hell is the matter with you?

glancing defiantly from one hostile face to another, Kit found a

Oh, Jesus. How do you get out of this one? You don't. You can't get out of this one. Unless you're able to be honest, which of course I could not do.

Excuse me, but I believe you have my lady," one of them said in a quiet, deep voice that sent veritable chills down George's spine. Harry.

She took his length gently between her hands, her arms resting on his thighs, and looked up into his face. "I'm very, very angry with you." And she opened her mouth over him.

I won't marry you," she repeated. "Why not? You were eager enough to fuck me." Anna winced. "I do wish you would stop using that word." Edward swung around and assumed a hideously sarcastic expression. "Would you prefer swive? Tup? Dance the buttock jig?

Edward shot a glare at Davis that held the promise of dismemberment, mayhem, and the apocalypse.