Quotes About Anger

Burnout makes us angry because we recognize deep down inside that being drained and exhausted is not normal. We become angry with the people pressuring us, when in reality we allow ourselves to be pressured.

We can change our quality of life by changing your attitude toward the big and small things that usually irritate and anger us.

Es un chico cabreado, sólo eso. Un chico enfadado con el mundo. Y no es para menos. Mejor que saque su rabia así -escribiendo- y no quemando coches. Esos sí son peligrosos. Esos no respetan nada: ni la ortografía, ni la sintaxis, ni el sentido común.

Don't do this to us. He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done.

And in that unlikely moment, as she held his dagger poised high, ready to strike, Royce Westmoreland thought she was the most magnificent creature he'd ever beheld; a wild, beautiful, enraged angel of retribution, her chest rising and falling with fury as she courageously confronted an enemy who towered over her.

I think, Nick snarled, that the stupid bastard isn't smart enough to win a poker hand with a deck of marked cards.

She remebered the angry hurt she had felt because his mother had abandoned him as a young boy,and she cried even harder.His mother should have drowned him!

You are mad!" she snapped, her chest heaving. "And you are a devil!" "And you, my dear," Royce imperturbably replied, "are a bitch." With that, he turned to the horrified friar and unhesitatingly announced, "The lady and I wish to be wed.

You won't listen to me. Anger blows out the lamp of the mind . . ." The quote from Ingersoll

I shoved back my chair and raced around the table, ready to destroy him. "Grandma . . ." Fudge cried. "Heeelp . . . !

You're an asshole, you know that? Stick your finger up your butt and take a whiff. That's you. A piece of shit!

When I heard that I got so mad I kicked a closet

She accused me of being a political lesbian, not a biological one, and when I refused to give up men she got so pissed she cut my panties into little pieces and tossed them out the window

For the rest of her life, every lovers' quarrel would remind Vix of this night, this night when anger crackled in the air. She vowed then and there no guy would ever make her feel that bad.

When people do not want to see something, they get mad at the one who shows them.

I suspect that what makes hedonists so angry when they think about overachievers is that the overachievers, without drugs or orgies, have more fun.

I suspect that what make hedonists so angry when they think about overeachievers is that the overachievers, without drugs or orgies, have more fun.

Being impatient or angry at suffering does not remove it. On the contrary, it adds a little more to one's troubles, and aggravates and exacerbates a situation already disagreeable. What is necessary is … the understanding of the question of suffering, how it comes about, and how to get rid of it[.]

If you're angry at a loved one, hug that person. And mean it. You may not want to hug — which is all the more reason to do so. It's hard to stay angry when someone shows they love you, and that's precisely what happens when we hug each other.

If you're angry at a loved one, hug that person. And mean it. You may not want to hug - which is all the more reason to do so. It's hard to stay angry when someone shows they love you, and that's precisely what happens when we hug each other.

Along with anger, God makes a second response to our guilt. Anger at the throne is compounded by God's utter anguish at having hoped and been betrayed, at having yearned and failed. The

Anger is the fluid love bleeds when you cut it.

All around her was death and ruin, to which she had not been a participant but an angry witness. In a way, that was worse than dying. Even annihilation had been denied her.

It's the same as the city, Sarah knows, the same hierarchy of power, beginning with the blocs in the orbits and ending with people who might as well be the fieldmice in front of the blades of the harvester, pointless, countless lives in the path of a structure that can't be stopped. She feels the anger coiling around her like armor. The chance to rest, she thinks, was nice enough while it lasted. But right now another fragment of time must be survived.