Quotes About Anger

O senhor me crê? E foi então que eu acertei com a verdade fiel: que aquela raiva estava em mim, produzida, era minha sem outro dono, como coisa solta e cega. As pessoas não tinham culpa de naquela hora eu estar passeando pensar nelas. Hoje, que enfim eu medito mais nessa agenciação encoberta da vida, fico me indagando: será que é a mesma coisa com a bebedice de amor? Toleima.

Do que de uma feita, por me valer, eu entendi o casco de uma coisa. Que, quando eu estava assim, cada de-manhã, com raiva de uma pessoa, bastava eu mudar querendo pensar em outra, para passar a ter raiva dessa outra, também, igualzinho, soflagrante.

When you listen to G. T. Stoop, you understand the importance of being a honorable person, you get charged to fight for the truth, you get angry that so many politicians are playing games with people's trust.

If you stick that anger behind you, one day you're going to turn around and find it's gone.

You know what we learned from living under the rule of Communism?" "No." "We learned to get mad.

Revenge of the Giant Grill Man.

As you watch television, read the newspaper or magazines, or encounter suffering in any form, send lovingkindness blessings. The world doesn't need any more anger or indignation, but it could certainly use more love.

She knew she needed Lynn, so she wouldn't get angry at her. Jo's parents had taught her long ago that it was not safe to get angry at someone she depended on. (53)

A heart filled with anger has no room for love.

Holding on to anger, resentment and hurt only gives you tense muscles, a headache and a sore jaw from clenching your teeth. Forgiveness gives you back the laughter and the lightness in your life.

Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly -- hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear.

Humor doesn't come out of the good times, it comes out of the anger, pain and sorrow. Always the anger.

There was a very nice boy once who said, "Don't worry, Laura. I know you're really very sweet and gentle underneath." And another with, "You're strong, like an earth mother." And a third, "You're so beautiful when you're angry." My guts on the floor, you're so beautiful when you're angry. I want to be recognized.

I think from now on, I will not trust anyone who isn't angry.

I cannot get into this swamp or I will never get out; and if I start crying again I'll remember that I have no one to love, and if anyone treats me like that again, I'll kill him. Only I mustn't because they'll punish me.

The reply to this was that Three took out a small revolver, and this surprised me; for everyone knows that anger is most intense towards those you know: it is lovers and neighbors who kill each other. There's no sense, after all, in behaving that way toward a perfect stranger; where's the satisfaction? No love, no need; no need, no frustration; no frustration, no hate, right? It must have been fear.

Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.

The fact that my dick's in it's happy place is probably saving your life. Trust me when I say I'm seriously considerin' strangling you, Sophie. Thinking about fuckin' you balances that out.

Fucking bitch thought I was nice. If she thanked me for being her friend, it was over. I'd have to go on a killing spree.

Next time I'll rip your dick off," she muttered, eyes narrowing. Okay, so round two was definitely out for now. Noted.

Fuck you." Hunter (I decided not to call him Liam anymore—Liam was a nice name for a nice guy, and it didn't fit this bastard at all) glanced at his friend, then rubbed a hand over his face. For a minute he looked tired. Jackass. I was going to laugh at his funeral.

Growled. Like a pissed-off wolf. No, like a whiny dog, I told myself firmly. One of those little yappy ones. Wolves kicked ass and Hunter didn't. He was a giant, fake asshole.

You sure you wanna piss me off? I just pulled my dick out of a willing woman's mouth for you, so it's not like I'm in a good mood to start with.

Angry Ruger? Fine. Horny Ruger? I'd gotten used to that, too. But Ruger as a gentle lover? I didn't have room for that in my head, not if I wanted to survive and move forward with my life.