Quotes About Fuming

It really hurt me when there was this perception that I didn't want to play for Scotland. I was fuming, absolutely gutted.

Thomas stood up to pace around the little room, fuming with an intense desire to keep his promise. "I swear, Chuck," he whispered to no one. "I swear I"ll get you back home.

Desjardins was literally fuming. His tattered robes still smoked from battle. (Carter says I shouldn't mention that his pink boxer shorts were showing, but they were!)

Sabrina Starr was fuming. Her sprained ankle was a disaster. If she didn't rescue the Chinese ambassador from his kidnappers within the next forty-eight hours, discord would spread, countries would fall, and World War III would loom. And here she was stuck in the hospital. "Ms. Starr? I'm Dr. Albert, Ankle Specialist." Sabrina gazed up at the doctor and her heart sang.

Megalodon mad. Megalodon not happy. Megalodon have tantrum.

In the brain of a madman only the fuming present exists, with its endless shouting urges, paranoid speculations, and grandiose assumptions.

I shifted back onto the plane, fuming, and a ghost popped in. That wouldn't normally require comment, as it happens to me all the time—one of the annoyances of being clairvoyant. But this was a little different since this ghost I knew.

Rory is fun when he's pissed off: like a fluffy little attack gerbil.

I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry.

A tranquil woman can go on sewing longer than an angry man can go on fuming.

The red scarf at her wrist was joined by others, knotted up her arm to the elbow. A dozey, sicksweet fuming of harvest incense followed her steps, rippling in her wake.

I'm just disappointed by the way we are being treated when we are good enough to let our players go" means fuming, apparantly.

The old memories were making him angry, boiling up inside of him. That was good. It meant he was still alive. Dead men couldn't fight. Only living men, fuming at injustice and enraged at the loss of their fellows, fought, and won wars. "Cap'n