Quotes About Anger

I'd have scratched her eyes out and sucked the holes.

I naïvely believed that this person actually thought along the same lines as I did—and maybe she did, for a while. In her own way, Tatum tried hard, too, but ultimately she just didn't have the wherewithal to bring it off. She was so young! We were so young. As angry as I get, I do feel for her—when I can get through the anger.

Connors always had the ability to turn his anger on and off, which amazed me. I was a one-way street—mad, madder, and maddest. There must have been thousands of times, in tense situations, when a joke was on the tip of my tongue, and instead of saying something funny, I'd just let loose.

And I want you to understand: I felt terrible. I've felt awful virtually every time I've had one of my on-court meltdowns, with the exception of a few occasions when I really believed I needed to let someone have it. But those really are the exceptions. I've apologized a number of times afterward to umpires and players. And to anyone out there who felt they deserved an apology but didn't get one: I apologize now.

She is venomous like this because she hurts.

Charlie's face twists into a snarl and he starts to rant. "You ungrateful bitch, I've worked my ass to the bone for you and the kids, two college tuitions, the fancy house you had to have in Swellesley, the Escalade you begged for because you thought it would make you look cool in front of Electra.

I've been smart my whole life, Angus says. And I guess I was angry that I couldn't find a way to heal myself.

For as long as wimmin have had the temerity to experience feelings of anger, sadness, frustration, and deep resentment, patriarchal society has denied them these feelings, and, in fact, punished them heartily for feeling anything at all.

I won't take your crap, you ungrateful little shit! You think the world owes you something? The world owes you nothing! THE WORLD OWES YOU NOTHING! NOTHING! NOTHING! My heart slammed: fight or flight? Flight or fight? What kind of pathetically damaged animal decides on . . . neither? Couldn't breathe. Tried to say help but it came out a stupid squeak.

This is what I will do from now; I will hurt you.

The English newspapers have made me so angry, that I scarcely know whether I am as much ashamed, yet the shame is very great. As if the people of France had not a right to vote as they pleased! We understand nothing in England.

Mostly, Irizarry knew anger was a waste of time and energy. It didn't solve anything. It didn't fix anything. It couldn't bring back anything that was lost. People, lives. The sorts of things that got washed away in the tides of time. Or were purged, whether you wanted them gone or not.

Anger is an inoculant. It gets your immune system working against bullshit.

I imagined myself taller, imagined myself angry, and pulled the subtlest glamour I could around me.

He delighted in Sebastien's jealousy and anger, and always had.

If it's your fault, you weren't just a helpless dupe, right? But if somebody else tells you that you weren't a helpless dupe, you get angry.

I've got to give Wainwright credit. She doesn't say I told you so. She doesn't even think it real loud, although the vertical line over her shapely little nose advertises restrained wrath. The funny thing is, I don't think she's angry with me.

I'm not going to like you," I told her. "Your friends killed my friends. There's no payback for a debt as big as the one you owe me.

You left me," David said at last. "You were angry company." But the fingers that traced his brow and cheek were anything but angry. "I wasn't angry at you.

David had been angry with the Church, the King, himself, the tissues of lies that he'd been raised on. But not with Sebastien, not except briefly and at first, when Sebastien had taught him that the desires David had been raised to consider anathema were not merely a matter of unconfessable groping in filthy alleys, of lewdness and whoring.

David had his reasons to be angry. But after a century or two, one did grow tired. Mortal lifetimes were a mercy to love, Sebastien thought. It could endure that long.

At Spezia when I am angry I go full of smoke inside, but when you make me angry I see everything.

How long will the heathens rage?

it was easier to be angry than to examine why