Verbal Attack Quotes

“A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.

But first, while moving in a circle, it hits its target.

So does gossip.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“So you were talking crap about me? Hm. I missed it. I was too busy being fabulous.”
― Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing: The Best of Year One

“Her mother always told her, “If he hits you, then you leave,” but Jack had never hit her, not with his fists.”
― Shannon Celebi, Small Town Demons

“When you feel the emotional reaction of someone's supposed [verbal] attack, what you're doing is getting them to reflect to you that some portion of yourself feels that way about yourself. Otherwise you wouldn't react. You would just observe it - "oh interesting." - and move on with your day. But if you react to it, it's showing you some part of you actually is buying into this as true.

So say: "Well thank you: Thank you for showing that I was not loving all of myself."

And when you really start doing that, then you may start to see that someone else's attitude toward you may change.”
― Bashar

“Mom, she's a yoga teacher. She doesn't do..." He lowered his voice just fractionally. "Real jobs."
Aja heard it loud and clear, and looked at him incredulously. "I don't do real jobs?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Lucinda said to Michael. Aja's chest tightened with gratitude before she added, "This isn't a real job, it's a task that someone needs to do, and Aria seems to fit the bill." She leveled that cool blue gaze on Aja. "Don't you?"
"I don't think so," Aja said, suddenly taken over by a cool resentment. She looked from Lucinda to Michael. "I can't believe you two are arguing back and forth about how incompetent and... and... desperate I apparently seem to you. Not that I should have to defend myself to you, but my little job helps a lot of people. Would you have any more respect for me if I was called a physical therapist instead of a yoga instructor? Because that's basically what I am." Her anger rose disproportionate to the offense, and she tried to keep her voice controlled. "The hospital thinks so, anyway, as they have kept me employed there for five years. They consider it to be a real job when they pay me."
For a moment, Lucinda and Michael both seemed stunned into silence.”
― Beth Harbison, The Cookbook Club: A Novel of Food and Friendship

“You aren't wasting any time getting to the altar. Is there a reason for the hurry?"
Every jaw within hearing dropped.
Mr. Knight twisted around like a vengeful whirlwind.
In unison, the guests stepped back.
But for the first time, Lady Shapster hadn't the power to shame or terrify Eleanor. Maybe Eleanor had matured. Maybe the last four years, the last few days, the last few minutes, had shown her real adversity. For whatever reason, a rush of fury chased anxiety out of her mind. She didn't need Mr. Knight to defend her. She could stand up for herself.
With a smile that was more tooth than benevolence, she said, "Lady Shapster, I arrived in England less than a week ago. If you wish to spread rumors, that isn't one that will take."
Lady Shapster blinked, as if a kitten had attacked her ankles and drawn blood.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“КПД - «Коснуться (какой-либо темы)», «Повернуть (разговор в нужное русло)» и «Договорить».
Преимущества «правила КПД» очевидны:
• вы последовательно занимаете позицию лидера в разговоре;
• вы не позволяете другим отклоняться от темы разговора;
• вы активно исключаете из разговора посторонние темы и не вдаетесь в
обсуждение настроения присутствующих;
• вы непоколебимы в своей позиции и строго придерживаетесь главной
темы;
• вы пресекаете перебранки и остроты по поводу компетентности
присутствующих;
• все ваши маневры не выходят за рамки вежливости и здравого смысла;
• вы быстро и настойчиво пресекаете бестактное поведение участник��в;
• при этом вы не только отвечаете на вопросы, но и акцентируете внимание
аудитории на четких формулировках;
• вы отвечаете только на те вопросы, которые помогают продолжать
дискуссию, соответственно оценивая их по достоинству.”
― Karsten Bredemeier, Искусство словесной атаки

“You think I'm a loser!" Dagou yells. "Am I a loser for keeping us alive when all the decent places are moving to the strip? I keep your business going. You pay me almost nothing. My salary is a joke. I want an equal share of the profits."
"Big man," sneers Leo.
Ming knows Dagou will turn to Winnie a second before he does it. He always runs to their mother.
"He grown up now," Winnie says. "Let him have his share."
"You stay out of this! You gave up the business when you left it for this menstruation hut!"
The table erupts. "Lay off it." "Don't talk to her like that!" "This is a Spiritual House."
Leo pushes back his chair.
Standing, he has the look of a beast on its hind legs: hairy, primitive, his long arms hanging almost to his knees. It isn't just the dark, unshaven hair sprouting in patches on his cheeks. There is something hungry yet remote in his close-set eyes. Everyone can see it. Some of them shrink back and turn away. Ming knows this eerie quality well. It has been there in his father for as long as he can remember. Long ago, he learned to escape its worst, to allow other members of the family to confront it. Now he climbs up into a place of refuge in his mind. A kind of hunting blind, where he can watch and wait.
From above, Ming watches his brother. Dagou has the blank expression of someone who is only just becoming aware of what he's done.
"'Don't talk to her like that,'" their father jeers. "Mama's boy! And you..."
He grins wickedly at Winnie. Despite her vow of tranquility, she appears ready to bolt from her chair. The nuns seated on either side hold on to her arms.
"You think he's still your diaper-filling lamb. You haven no idea what a dog he is. Ask him why he needs money now. Ask him. Ask him."
Dagou looks around the table. "It's true I've fallen in love," he announces. "My whole life is changing." He pauses importantly. People stare at their plates.
"Christ," says their father. "All this fuss over a decent fuck."
The nuns gasp. Now Dagou's chair creaks, and he also rises to his feet. He is enormous and he swells with rage. His shoulders tense. He points at his father and his finger is shaking. It could be that he has decided, once and for all, to take down Big Chao. As the Sons of Liberty rose against King George. As the sons turned on Chronos, as he himself turned upon Uranus. So it will be in the family Chao.”
― Lan Samantha Chang, The Family Chao

“Anybody can miss the verbal attack.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov