Quotes About Anger

Anger did move me and perhaps in the wrong way.

He vivido muchas mentiras porque no soporto la debilidad que engendra la ira y no puedo aceptar la irracionalidad del amor.

I don't know which causes me the greater pain-the loss of my goddess, or my hatred of Santino.

How dare you! she shrieked, unaware of the silent young man standing in the shadows, staring at her. Threatening me! You coldhearted bastard, I could have any number of men call you out for the insult. I doubt it, he drawled, feeling wicked enough to goad her. I'm quite deadly in a duel, and most of your paramours know it. You're not worth dying for, my dear, as neither of us is certain you have any honor to save.

One thing that parents of problem children never said aloud: it was a relief when the children turned out okay, but then what were the parents supposed to do with the anger they'd felt all those years?

She wasn't always angry. She had lots of good days.

One thing that parents of problem children never said aloud: it was a relief when the children turned out okay, but then what were the parents supposed to do with the anger they'd felt all those years?

make myself count to ten before I speak to the

I will make myself count to ten before I speak to the children in anger

Life sucked all right. It sucked hard, because it was random and terrifying and too easily lost. Life was full of death cults and psychopaths, bad timing and bad people. Life was broken...Because you could make one mistake in righteous anger, and lose the person you most loved. But everything that sucked about life also proved that it was priceless, because otherwise all of that wouldn't hurt so bad.

The partition between love and anger is thin. I suppose it's a need to protect the self from further wounding that makes people scream at the one they love.

No, I want to take you out back and beat your fucking head on the floor.

If you're mad enough to have killed a dozen people you're mad enough to be a fraction impatient. Surely?

He wanted also to be forgiven for all he had done; he longed for the unity of the world's creation to melt his sins and anger, because his soul was joined to it. His body shook with the passion of the love that had found him, from which he had been exiled in the blood and the flesh of long killing.

Hatred corrodes the container it's carried in.

Everyone has a little voice inside of their head that's angry and afraid.

come not between the dragon and his wrath

A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

The fear of discovering his anger towards his father made his body shake.

Hell hath no fury like a woman deprived of her toiletries.

She was a fairy-tale princess out of his comic book fantasies. She glowed like a star. He hated it. It made his jaw clench [...]. It made him want to wreck something, punch walls, hurl plates. He wanted to drag her into a corner and rip off her glittering veil of illusions. Remind her that she was his beautiful wild animal, not this remote, perfect being. She was earth and sweat and blood and bone, she was hunger and need and howling at the moon. Just like him. Part of him.

My granny Torrelli says when you are angry with someone, so angry you are thinking hateful things, so angry maybe you want to punch them, then you should think of the good things about them, and the nice things they've said, and why you liked them in the first place.

I hated her that day. I didn't care how upset she was about her mother, I really hated her, and I wanted her to leave. I wondered if this was how my father felt when I threw all those temper tantrums. Maybe he hated me for a while.

She knew she'd wounded him when he'd least expected it, and her satisfaction lasted until the door had closed behind him. Once he was gone, it ebbed away along with her anger, leaving her with naught but the ashes and embers of a dying hearth fire.