Quotes About Anger

cats.' 'Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would you like cats if you were me?' 'Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: 'don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool, 'and she

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.

I'm not that kind of Indian," Shanti said, her practiced smile never leaving her face, though it faltered just a bit, and in that slight wobble was something hard and angry, something that looked like centuries of colonial oppression boiling up into an I'm-going-to-kick-your-ass-in-this-pageant-and-then-take-over-all-your-beauty-out-sourcing-needs hatred.

There's a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.

But without that spark of anger, without destruction, there can be no rebirth.

Because the pure girls get rescued. Mary Lou felt something she didn't let herself feel often. She was well and truly pissed off. Why do girls have to be all pure and innocent and good? Why don't guys have to be?

She would live every day fully. She was not the same girl she'd been nearly a year ago. She would never see things so blithely again. Even now, as Evie watched the parade and the people alight with pride and joy, she knew how easily that same crowd could become angry. The things that divided them. The things that brought them together, too. They couldn't afford to become complacent.

When people talked about family as something special, a place where you belonged, a dull anger nipped at Henry, a feeling that he'd been cheated of this basic comfort.

Like, it's so much pressure all the time and if you get upset or angry, people say, 'Are you on the rag or something?' And it's like I want to say, 'No. I'm just pissed off right now. Can't I just be pissed off? How come that's not okay for me?

It's just too bad they have to die. They're totally bangable, you know?" "Bangable," Taylor mouthed in disgust. She wanted to show this boy another meaning for the word bang, and it involved his head against a steel door.

Qwilleran drove with clenched jaw, enduring the stares and glares of motorists who passed him, their fretful horn-honking and hostile tailgating.

Perhaps rage was an inextricable part of lesbian-feminism, because once these women analyzed the female's position in society they realized they had much to be furious about.

My father was often angry when I was most like him.

Anger is such a waste of time and energy. It takes a monumental effort

I have discovered that love and empathy play side by side with anger, fear, and resentment.

I discovered a new emotion, bubbling up from underneath my fear: anger. I was getting very tired of it all. Very tired.

His face was terrifying in its stillness, with only his eyes alive, glittering with rage. She could feel the force of his anger in the coiled strength of his body, hear it in the almost inaudible softness of his tone. He wasn't a man who lost control in his anger; he gained it to an even greater degree.

She hadn't been broken; she'd been furious and hurt, but never broken...

You don't just... just float someone in the air like that! she shouted, so beside herself she was almost frenzied. Why? Is there some human law against it?

No!" he roared. "I've had enough for today! A little of you goes a long way, lady!" "Please, call me Dione," she murmured. "I don't want to call you anything! My God, would you just leave me alone!" "Of course I will, when my job is finished. I can't let you ruin my record of successful cases, can I?

Then she caught Eric eyeing the pile of sheets on the floor, and the thought that he might be getting some pleasure from remembering the night before sent a rush of anger through her that almost took off the top of her head. "I'm sorry about the smell in here," she said sweetly. "A skunk must have peed on those sheets. I'll have to burn them, because no way do I want them now.

Why is it when a man gets mad, he's aaangry, but when a woman gets mad, it's just a tantrum?" She paused, struck by what he'd said.

By God, if I were twenty years younger," he thundered, "I'd drag you outside and horsewhip you!" Steven