Quotes About Outburst

During my sorrowful outburst, my mother had remained entirely impassive. But then why not? Was she not mad? Nay, she was not. She had successfully discarded, as I also wished to do, the arduous yoke of a troublesome existence and had escaped to a tranquil haven somewhere beyond the reach of our world.

When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us.

Every so often you might have an outburst in the gallery. That's one of the most exciting things that happen because then you can say, 'Unless there's order we will call the Sergeant at Arms.' And that sounds really scary.

But she was too deep into her rant to stop now.

Can somebody tell me what the fucks going on before I lose my shit all over this fucking room?

There was a line call that didn't look so great. I went ballistic. Called the umpire a jerk. Whacked a ball into the stands. Then smacked a soda can with my racket, and got soda all over the King of Sweden, who was sitting in the front row.

A riot is a spontaneous outburst. A war is subject to advance planning.

Sometimes, methinks, a lass just needs to have a proper enraged scream.

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once you'd told everyone you hated them and not to come after you, where exactly did you go?

The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep.

Unfortunately, I have a temper. I tend to flare up once in a while.

We've all lost our temper at some time. Unfortunately, not all of us have done it in a public setting.

Usually, destructive pleasure-seeking behavior arises as an outburst of pent-up desire, and not as the expression of authentic desire.

Then he was silent. Just like last time—one outburst and back to silence or dispassionate interaction.

Shite and onions!

profanity-laden tirade that took some of the polish off her sophisticated veneer

If I get angry, it's obvious. I don't have to say much.

I'm no expert, but I know one thing about anger—it's like alcohol. At some point, if you pour enough in there, it's coming back up. You may think you've built up a tolerance, but the truth is this—no man, not even Unc, can bury it so deep that it doesn't erupt at some point like Vesuvius and splatter your soul across the earth.

Taylor's tendency to vent

Some men expend all the fury of a twelvemonth in one red-hot paragraph of five minutes.

Unfortunately, after Sept. 11, there was an outburst in America of intense suffering and patriotism, and the Bush administration was very shrewd and effective in painting anyone who disagreed with the policies as unpatriotic or even traitorous.

I have been known to have four-letter words fly out of my mouth when I'm upset.

When I'm angry, like, if someone gets me really upset, whatever comes into my head, I scream it.