Quotes About Confrontation

at Bodine, who pulled out the Winchester rifle as Jess slid his

Death comes to us all; we can only choose how to face it when it comes.

his faster, more powerful battle cruisers would gobble up armored cruisers "like an armadillo let loose on an ant-hill.

You sick fuck. Tear my pants off, prick. See what I got. I'll knock your fucking teeth out with my swinging dick! Last chance... you force yourself into that woman... and I'll force this knife into your dick hole!

You're wasting oxygen, son!

You clobber Death when he's breathing in your ear and see how you feel about the club.

Police, you under arrest!

You cannot run away from weakness you must some time fight it out or perish and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?

You cannot run away from a weakness; you must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?

The Demon curled its lips back, revealing a double row of needle-sharp teeth. I considered changing my chosen course of action; I considered fainting.

One peep out of you, and I'll use you for a U-bend under my bathroom sink, holes or no holes, savvy?

As the struggle continued, Mason abandoned his plan to seize the camp intact for its booty, grabbed a firebrand, and set it aflame. As the eighty closely packed huts, which housed 800 Indians, went up in smoke, the Pequots poured out of the stockade to meet death from English and Narraganset swords and muskets. Others - hundreds of them - remained huddled inside the huts and were burned, women and children, old and young, "in promiscuous ruin." The

While there might be some people who were natural diplomats, she wasn't one of them. She was forever butting heads with people, challenging them when she should have been convincing them, raising hackles where she should have been raising support. She had always been in a hurry, without always knowing where she wanted to go; she was too impatient to wait for the right time or the right confluence of events.

When the dawn at last arose, the demon raised my staff to strike again, but I, too, took hold of it. I called upon the Lord to send me strength, and the devil was defeated by a fire from the Heavens. In Christ's name, I bound him then, and kept him prisoner.

If the story you're telling, is the story you're telling, you're in deep shit.

If you're going to say what you want to say, you're going to hear what you don't want to hear.

The monster does not need the hero. it is the hero who needs him for his very existence. When the hero confronts the monster, he has yet neither power nor knowledge, the monster is his secret father who will invest him with a power and knowledge that can belong to one man only, and that only the monster can give.

He will apologize, or I'll give him a lesson in swordplay he will not like at all.

Mathin said: It is best to take your opponent's sash. The kysin mark each blow dealt, but to cut off the other rider's sash is best. This you will do. Oh, said Harry. You may, if you wish, unhorse him first, Mathin added as an afterthought. Thanks, said Harry.

Say yes, babe, or I'll spill you off over the Wall next time - got it?

Tor said in a strangled voice, He will apologize, or I'll give HIM a lesson in swordplay he will not like at all.

The beautiful thing about fear is when you run to it, it runs away

Philip of Macedonia in a message to Sparta: "You are advised to submit without further delay, for if I bring my army into your land, I will destroy your farms, slay your people and raze your city." Sparta's reply: "If.

Chris loved you, I said, and the truth of it was almost a physical pain. She wouldn't look at me. No he didn't. And he would have figured it out eventually. So would you? Then where would I have been? Not here.