Quotes About Anger

He was furious and hurt to think of a Nin woman having been within reach of those Jews with their tongues hanging out etc. But I told him it didn't hurt me—I wrote a novel!

We'll burn them he said Burn them all she said with bitterness. To her this was not only an offering of peace to his tormenting jealousy, but a sudden anger at this pile of books whose contents had not prepared her for moments such as this one. All these novels so carefully concealing the truth about character, about the obscurities, the tangles, the mysteries. Words words words words and no revelation on the pitfalls, the abysms in which human beings found themselves.

She was always storming alone, being angry alone, going through vast emotional upheavals in which he did not take part.

Send the shears flying and they'll always find their way up the gardener's ass.

Most women cannot afford, either materially or psychologically, to recognize that whatever burnt offerings of obedience they bring to beg protection will not appease the angry little gods around them.

I've always wanted to see a man beaten to a shit bloody pulp with a high-heeled shoe stuffed up his mouth, sort of the pig with the apple.

In the early part of the marriage, the anger was intrinsic to the sex act, be cause it was an inevitable consequence of being finished with it: satiation. [...] Later, the rage and hatred were intrinsic to the sex, because the sex had brought him to her and he had contempt for her.

Let me bury here the rage I feel to have been twice robbed: once of the child I wanted, and once of the son I loved.

Those, disabled people, however, may be angered by the prospect of interventions that would make them function more like non-disabled people without mitigating the hard reality of their disabling condition. Some may even curse the contraptions that keep them going.

I hate you, Andy,' says Jen. 'I really HATE you. I REALLY, REALLY HATE YOU!' 'Jen!' says Mum, coming into the room with a cup of tea in one hand and a crossword puzzle book in the other. 'What an awful thing to say to your brother! Apologise to him this instant!' 'But, Mum …' says Jen. 'No buts,' says Mum. 'There's no excuse for speaking like that. Apologise right now!

which pisses her off and makes her scream and i look around my room and miss me.

It's not so reasonable, Emmie, to believe you know everything about everyone's life. So how can you be disappointed at something that happened so long ago. You're angry because you know you have no right to be angry.

Voltage crossed the distance between Sheila and Webster. A current composed of anger and remorse and something else-the last flicker of attraction

I discover that it is possible to be angry with someone who has died. It is possible to hate yourself for being angry with someone who has died. It is possible to believe that you will die from grief, that somehow your breathing will catch itself up and simply stop. It is possible to believe that you could have stopped the terrible thing that happened at any time, if only you had known.

Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and controlled it, whereas the sadness owned her.

When she made her way to the big picture window that framed the dining room table she froze. She stopped breathing. The anger was growing again. It grew up into her throat, where she could taste it, coppery like blood, in the back of her mouth. It grew down into her stomach, where it knotted her intestines. It made her arms stiffen and her shoulders lock. It pushed against her ribs until she felt they would snap like sticks.

Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say "Storms suck!" —Johnny carson

Do you think it's easier to be mad at people you trust?" her mom asked very softly. "Why is that?" "Because you trust that they'll love you anyway.

She'd learned that it was important when you were dealing with professional do-gooders to keep calm. Otherwise they judged you. Wrote things like anger-management problems in their reports.

Jennifer's father, Randy Ertman, summarized our feelings toward Medellin in his statement to the court when the last three defendants were sentenced to death: "I hope you rot in hell. I honest to God mean that. I hope they rot in hell, sir. I hope to be there when you die, you sick pieces of (censored). Thank you, Your Honor, for allowing me to speak. I appreciate it, sir."15 That doesn't move the story along; I just admired his eloquence.

I am not yelling!" I yelled.

Mary Anne took a deep breath, then she let Claudia have it, screamed at her, threw the easel to the floor and dumped plaster of paris on her head. Actually, that was what I would've done, but not Mary Anne.

What was going on here? Had the Baby-Sitters Club suddenly dropped to bottom priority? I wanted to jump up and scream at them.

Millie snapped. "Are you saying I'm an old wife?" "I'd better shut my trap before I fall into yours.