Quotes About Intimidation

Don't let people intimidate you into downgrading your goals. They intimidate only because they are intimidated by your goals.

Big people never scare me. I am a little man. I can easily hide.

I strike terror among men, I can't be bothered by what they think.

Washington likes to threaten the people over whom they exercise power.

They're terrified of us Firefly, all of them are.""Well, good, " I replied, forming a tiny ball of flames in my fingertips, which were curled round the handle on the back of the bike. "They should be.

A man who is intimate with God will never be intimidated by men.

and most importantly of all, don't let the audience intimidate or goad you in any way. Interaction is great. Retaliation is not. Don't let them rile you. Don't give them that satisfaction.

The porter lowered his head, and the other children exchanged nervous looks. It was clear this lady intimidated them all too. With a flick of her hand, Matron brushed the porter aside, and he stumbled a little to steady himself. "Let me look at this bump," she said as she peered over the boy. "Mmm, yes, that is a nasty bump. You should have an X-ray first thing in the morning." The porter rolled his eyes at Tom, but once again the boy didn't react.

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.

I am afraid of Mr. Powell. I am more afraid of him than I have ever been of shadows or the thunder or when you look through the little bubble in the glass of the window in the upstairs hall and all of the out-of-doors stretches and twists its neck.

He was a kind fellow, though, Lorenzo. Old Lord Templeton-Vane held a country dance here in our honour. Lorenzo was the only one of us besides Tiberius to ask Elspeth Gresham to stand up with him." He looked around as if to make certain we were not overheard. "I don't like to say it, but that woman scares the life out of me, and there's no two ways about it.

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.

La gente no sabe lo duro que es tener miedo al hombre con quien vives. Es lo peor de todo. Entras en tu casa como si entrases en la guarida de un lobo y respiras si él no está. Y cuando viene, rezas para que no haya bebido, no haya perdido en el juego y venga tranquilo. No sabes qué hacer ni adónde ir, el miedo te paraliza el cuerpo y la mente. Solo eres miedo.

Because they are so intimidated and worried about making mistakes, they simply don't do it.

Madame Alexandra, if you don't open the door, I'll smash all your imitation china, I'll rip up your fake Persian rugs. Let me in, or it'll cost you a damn sight more than anything I want from you.

She had been born knowing that boldness erased fear, while cowardice invited it and earned her only more ill treatment. No matter how she shook with dread in private, she would never show fear before her questioners or her guards. In men's minds fear was a certain mark of guilt.

Ask me if I sparkle and I'll kill you where you stand." (Bones)

Stay quiet or the last sound you'll hear is your brain exiting through your eye sockets. It's sort of a bang/slurp sound. Trust me, you wouldn't like it.

You could beat an orphan to death with a dead nun and not deserve what will happen to you if Mr. Burke catches us. I don't want to overhype him, but the man is mentally unhinged!

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

This is the thing about strong people: you can mostly be scared of them but sometimes the way they are makes you feel safe.

Though she could do nothing but stare at me, I feared her, mightily and distinctly. If she had told me to slap my own face, I would have. "Now go to bed," my mother said, and I did.

Even as a child, Alma innately comprehended that there were two types of silent men in the world: one type was meek and deferential; the other type was Dick Yancey. His eyes were a pair of slowly circling sharks, and as he stared at Alma now, those eyes were clearly saying: Bring the rum.

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