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Don't make me angry-kiss you.
I can't fight.
I was once run over by a car with a flat tire, being pushed by two guys.
Words began fights and words ended them.
If I moved, he moved. If I stopped, he stopped. It was a duel.
Don't shy away from confrontation
Who spit in your porridge?
She knew very well that people fell out, even stormily, and then made up. But she did not know how to start - she simply did not have the trick of it, the row that cleared the air, and could never quite believe that hard words could be unsaid or forgotten.
An idle tongue is the mother of all conflicts.
Violence in, violence out.
Violence stinks no matter which side of it you're on. But now and then there's nothing left to do but hit the other person over the head with a frying pan.
Splat. Without thought, she'd thrown mud all over his face. So much for femme fatale.
He sputtered in disbelief, then roared, What the ever-livin' feck -
There are some people who like nothing better than a good, regular quarrel.
Life demands confrontation.
Cussed fellow-critters! Kick up de damndest row as ever you can; fill your dam bellies 'till dey bust - and den die
Into a passion and beat and kicked her, she looked only
The speech of the stupid one leads to quarrels, And his mouth invites a beating.
My dictionary has no such expression as a violent fight.
Human violence as a kind of fractal - self-similar on all scales from bar fight to system-wide war. The buildup of insults and lost face that swelled over the course of an evening or a century. The shoving and shoving back, neither side sure they wanted to escalate and uncertain how to back down.
You swore you wouldn't shout. If it's not your punch, then it's your pout.
Where words prevail not, violence prevails.
Violence never settles anything right: apart from injuring your own soul, it injures the best cause. It lingers on long after the object of hate has disappeared from the scene to plague the lives of those who have employed it against their foes.
Hit me with spit on the wounds.
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.
Anger made for hasty decisions and rash words that sometimes were hard to take back.
Word For The Day KERFUFFLE (kuhr FUF uhl) n. Disorder; uproar; confusion
My one quarrel is with words.
He obviously didn't get slapped nearly enough for the trouble he stirred up.
A fight can express things people might not be able to say with words.
There wasn't any point in being angry with anyone - the offender was too obviously myself ...
Never," he spat out, "kick a man who is pointing a gun at you.
You don't pick a fight when you're drunk."
"I had to punch someone in the face, Mark."
"So you picked up four-hundred pound tattoo-guy?"
"He did have awesome tats didn't he?"
"You would know. You got to see them up close while they were in your face.
It was a little skirmish across a century.
Quarrel not at all. No man resolved to make the most of himself can spare time for personal contention. Still less can he afford to take all the consequences, including the vitiating of his temper and loss of self-control.
Violence: these days, it is all the rage
Heat and animosity, contest and conflict, may sharpen the wits, although they rarely do; they never strengthen the understanding, clear the perspicacity, guide the judgment, or improve the heart.
Beside me, Edward leaned foward intently, his eyes locked on the brawl. Then Emmett froze.
Jasper had him from behind, his teeth and inch from his throat.
Emmett cussed.
Pandemonium reigned.
Ree-" Grey barked into the icy silence. "Lax!"
The word spat so unexpectedly into her ear had precisely the effect Grey must have intended. It shocked Nan for a split second into a state of not-thinking, just being-
Suddenly, all in an instant she and Neville were one.
An argument in a couple: 2 people attempting to introduce each other to important truths - by panicked shouting.
If you have a fight work it out, don't get out
It wasn't even a fight, really. We didn't shout. We barely even argued, but a snake of tension quietly slithered into our lives.
DUEL, n. A formal ceremony preliminary to reconciliation of two enemies. Great skill is necessary to its satisfactory observance; if awkwardly performed ... deplorable consequences sometimes ensue. A long time ago a man lost his life.
That's the thing about angry words - once you spill them out, they are like a broken jar of honey on the floor, all sticky and mess. And no matter how hard you try to clean it up, you can always feel that sticky part of the tile" -Cordie
Where there is an unreconciled quarrel, everybody suffers
Ove stomped forward. The cat stood up. Ove stopped. They stood there measuring up to each other for a few moments, like two potential troublemakers in a small-town bar. Ove considered throwing one of his clogs at it. The cat looked as if it regretted not bringing its own clogs to lob back.
I said I deserved a home fight, either Philly or Puerto Rico, since I'm always going to someone else's place to fight. Everyone thought it was a great idea to go back to Puerto Rico.
Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.
I like a good old-fashioned fistfight if people are pissed off at each other. I just feel like if you're really mad and want to have a fight, then put your dukes up.
Throw any two people together, add the inevitable ups and downs, give the mixture a vigorous stir, and a few stormy arguments were inevitable, no matter how much the couple loved each other.
The boy shall have a proper beating,' said Cecil.
'But I beat him already,' I said, 'and don't tell me I didn't do it properly. I'm touchy about these things.
Ash held one finger up. "OK. Now listen-"
Mary-Lynnette kicked him in the shins. She knew it was inapporopriate, she knew it was uncalled-for, but she couldn't stop herself. She just had to.
"Oh, for God's sake," Ash said, hopping backward. "Are you crazy?
We must meet violence with violence.
And the anger began to ferment.
Don't get mad, get even,
It takes two to have a fight.
Street law dictated that for a parley of this kind each lieutenant be seconded by two of his foot soldiers and that they all be unarmed. Parley. The word felt like a deception - strangely prim, an antique. No matter what street law decreed, this night smelled like violence.
Awash in a flood of hostility and despair, they battled and railed and shattered their bodies on one another, unable to find one strand, one sobering swallow of solace.
Saying and Doing, have quarrel'd and parted.
Bloody flaming ashes
He demanded I tell him all I knew. I refused. He threatened me. Still, I refused. He became irate. He screamed. He spat. He threw plates. Overturned tables. He punched his minister of culture.
Anger had arrived and it was riding a big furious don't-fuck-with-me horse.
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it.
Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.
If you find yourself engaged in an argument that only stirs anger in the heart, quickly make peace and carry on.
Getting angry can sometimes be like leaping into a wonderfully responsive sports car, gunning the motor, taking off at high speed and then discovering the brakes are out of order.
My pride had risen up and whopped me in the face. I don't lose my temper a lot, but when I do, I make a good job of it.
The art of cursing people seems to have lost its tang since the old days when a good malediction took four deep breaths to deliverand sent the outfielders scurrying toward the fence to field.
And I just want to tell you, at some point it doesn't matter who was right and who was wrong. At some point, being
angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning
yourself without thinking about it.
When he's like this, Miss Lowell," Mark offered from his seat on the sofa, "I usually take it upon myself to stamp out in a rage."
"Must I stamp? Or can I sweet out gracefully?" "By all means, sweep.
Fighting! Fighting like white-trash dumb monkey ...
-Park's mom
When tempers flare up reason is burned to ashes.
The fight wasn't over," I said through gritted teeth. "I'd have won it."
Probably.
"Right," he said. "And something just flew past your window. It was oinking.
When one heated exchange (in English) led a commenter to write "Go fuck yourself!" in Lojban, it turned into a lengthy discussion of why he hadn't said what he meant to say, and what the proper Lojban expression for the sentiment might be.
It wasn't a petty squabble. It was a big squabble, in which pettiness played no small part.
Anger has become one of the trendiest emotions of all. In moderation it can be a righteous force for constructive change. But its hackneyed omnipresence means the vast majority of its outbreaks are trivial. The paucity of colorful obscenities is aggravated by an abundance of frivolous fury.
Couples fight, but it's how you make up that counts.
Fights and quarrels don't come from lack of skill in conflict resolution. They don't come from people who are irritating. They come from desires that battle within. My desires are occupying the place of command and control inside my heart. Behavior Begins with the Heart
Impressive," Court offered, gallantly bending to retrieve the shoe. "You should join the theater."
"Fuck you."
"I owed you that."
"Revenge is a dish best served with a side of handcuffs and a hard ass-fucking. Remember that."
Really is a dirty fighter. Goddamn.
How angry am I? You don't want to know. Nobody wants to know about that.
In a political fight, when you've got nothing in favour of your side, start a row in the opposition camp.
I went to the fights, and a hockey game broke out.
Come to think of it, pet, you are a liar, possessor of false identification, and a murderer." "Your point?" I snapped. "Not to mention a tease," he continued as if I hadn't spoken. "Foulmouthed, as well. Yep, you and I will get along famously.
Anger and folly walk cheek by sole.
Wars about trifles are always bitter, especially among neighbours. When the differences are great, and the parties comparative strangers, men quarrel with courtesy. What combatants are ever so eager as two brothers?
smacking his fist into
Spit on your own and you can't do anything, but if you all spit together you can drown the bastards
Some chick came up to me and said something, so I kicked her in the box and shoved her.
Isn't that petty?"
"Anna, you have not yet seen pettiness. When a couple of tough guys like the general and Lugala Tsu decide to confront each other, vistas of pettiness open up that you and I can barely comprehend.
I have had my share of brawls, for I am someone who takes a stand.
Do not plunge thyself too far in anger.
Fight your battles with words, not fists
Zulu, we do this quick and easy," Ray said. "No ripping his chest apart, taking out his heart, and painting his blood across the pavement."
"Come on. I did that once, and you still won't leave it alone." I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back in the van's backseat.
Anger was both a disfiguring and a revealing passion.
How are you?"
"Perfectly fine," he said.
"Are your ribs broken?"
"Probably not. Cracked at most. We fought very carefully."
"Did this settle anything?"
"It made me feel better," he said, sitting up. "Did you see me kick him in the kidneys?"
"I saw.
I kicked your arse and handed it to you like a hat.
Violence has given anger a bad name.
Shit, I'm sorry," he finally said. "For what?" I asked, angrily, "the insults or the kissing?" "The insults. Not sorry for the kissing.
From lightest words sometimes the direst quarrel springs.
I dished out and suffered my fair share of bloody noses.
I lost my temper on stage.
It was violent, it was brutal, and it got down right uglyyy!