Quotes About Anger

dark boy yelled.

Every time he thought of her, rage boiled inside him.

The room fell silent. Thomas has never seen Newt like this. So angry-- so unwilling to put a calm front, even.

I hate you I hate you I hate you!

The rage crept in. Like a shivering rat looking for a spot of warmth, a crumb of food.

One of these days we need to get Weber locked in a room with some nice torture devices. I'm ready to go medieval on her.

Is it your goal in life to piss me off until I cut your arteries open one by one?

Newt looked at the Cranks, then back at Thomas. "It comes and goes, man. I can't explain it. Sometimes I can't control myself, barely know what I'm doing. But usually it's just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything o?-kilter just enough to bother me— make me angry.

The rage crept in. Like a shivering rat looking for a spot of warmth, a crumb of food. And with every passing day came an increasing anger so intense that Thomas sometimes caught himself shaking uncontrollably before he reeled the fury back in and pocketed it. He didn't want it to go away for good; he only wanted to store it and let it build.

You're tearing me apart!

In order to fix it, you need a passionate anger about something that doesn't work well.

Unfortunately, we are a species with schizoid tendencies, and like an old lady who has to share her house with a growing and destructive group of teenagers, Gaia grows angry, and if they do not mend their ways she will evict them.

Always write angry letters to your enemies. Never mail them.

If there was a God. I would spit in his face for subjecting me to this. If there was a Devil, I would sell my sould to make it end. If there was something Higher that controlled out f***ing fates, I would tell it to take my fate and shove it up its fucking ass. Shove it hard and far, you motherf***er. Please end. Please end. Please end.

The recognition of his carelessness filled Mr. Lecky with fear and anger. In the dusk his eerie heart could anticipate the hours of terror which he had laid up for himself. Sounds, real or imaginary, the silences and secrets of the night, the working of his own mind, skilled in cruel illusion and rich in evil fancy, would find him without recourse.

All Welsh knew was that he was scared shitless, and at the same time was afflicted with a choking gorge of anger that any social coercion existed in the world which could force him to be here.

don't want to be revealed as a source of suffering and misery, preferring to see men and women directing their anger at one another or blaming God. On

Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.

That's all it takes, one drop of fear, to curdle love into hate.

Fear is a self-protection we use to insulate ourselves from hurt by pulling back. Anger is self-protection we use to insulate ourselves from hurt by striking out.

Of course God went after Jonah, inquiring gently, "Do you do well to be angry?"10 However, insane from isolation, Jonah answers remarkably, "Yes, I do well to be angry, angry enough to die."11 Wow!

We are losing sight of civility in government and politics. Debate and dialogue is taking a back seat to the politics of destruction and anger and control. Dogma has replaced thoughtful discussion between people of differing views.

He'd shot and beaten people because he couldn't talk to them.Violence was the only language nobody could understand. There were no translators.

God damn every one of you two-faced motherfuckers.