Quotes About Intimidation

Don't make me climb across this desk and slap you, because I will.

He turned and sauntered out of my cell, knowing I would do exactly what he said--just like I always did when he threatened with the life of my brother.

People are only mean when they are threatened.

YOU TAKA MY SPACE I BREAKA YOUR FACE

People are only mean when they're threatened

People are only mean when they're threatened

There was, in the construction of the universe, us down here, God up there, and you in between. When God seemed too intimidating to face, we could first come to you. It was like befriending the secretary outside the boss's office.

courage is demanded not to attack when afraid

The women said they were afraid of being beaten, raped, or killed by men. She then asked a group of men why they felt threatened by women. They said they were afraid women would laugh at them.

4:15. Not 4 not 4:30 but 4:15. She thought to intimidate me with the use of quarter hours.

It's because they're afraid of El Patrón

Don't talk about that!" cried Celia so sharply that María hugged the pillow and stared goggle-eyed at the woman. "Don't say anything about El Patrón! Shoo!

But for my part, I did feel very much like i'd just been put against the wall by the most dragonish dinner lady at primary school.

I opened the door expecting to find something really horrible inside, and I did: eight freshmen, all of whom turned and stared at me like a herd of small and especially pitiful deer about to be mown down by a massive lorry.

When novelist Margaret Atwood asked women what they feared most from men, they said: 'We're afraid they'll kill us.' When men were asked the same question about women, they said: 'we're afraid they'll laugh at us.

I am bombarded not only with all the cultural expectations for professional success, but I also encounter personal ones—like the ones for a perfect home and perfect children. The digital age only makes this worse. When the web plasters perfection everywhere, it's easy to feel intimidated by the comparison. It makes me ask, am I doing enough?

Cormac drove. He eyed me in the rearview mirror. "Anyone you want me to beat up?

She didn't want to see the blow coming, but refused to take the coward's way. She raised her lashes, meeting his gaze with a steady one of her own, even though her knees threatened to buckle from fear. "You've made me very angry, Miss Constance," he said. "No one disrespects the name Lachlan. Not without paying a price." And then he did something she had not anticipated. He kissed her.

You think I'm a sissy? I will sodomize you and face-fuck you.

Her father was one of those tall, angular, self-embalming types. All balls and liver. His kind predated the notion of alcoholism. Groton, Princeton, Harvard Business School. His neatly clipped silver hair and tailored suits and unmitigating stare of eyes and trim old body said it all over in a simple, clear language: Chief Executive Officer. Do not fuck with this man.

This was the trump card male bullies played, always. I was sick of it—sick of being scared of the bogeyman's dick.

You can't use blackmail on someone who doesn't know anything about the hold you have on them.

I was a lady gunda in school. Everyone was scared of me, and I was really short and round.

I will burn your city, your land, your self.