Quotes About Anger

Shall I not then hate them who abhor me?

I could have torn him limb from limb, as the lion rends the antelope. But my heart sank within me as with bitter sickness, and I refrained. I

Yo, como el archidemonio, llevaba un infierno en mis entrañas; y, no encontrando a nadie que me comprendiera, quería arrancar los árboles, sembrar el caos y la destrucción a mi alrededor, y sentarme después a disfrutar de los destrozos.

Ma la mia non sarà l'abietta sottomissione dello schiavo. Mi vendicherò delle offese subite: se non posso ispirare affetto, diffonderò il terrore, e a te in particolare, mio arcinemico perché mio creatore, giuro odio inestinguibile. Bada bene: lavorerò alla tua distruzione e cesserò solo quando ti avrò straziato il cuore tanto da farti maledire il giorno in cui sei nato.

My protectors had departed, and had broken the only link that held me to the world. For the first time the feelings of revenge and hatred filled my bosom, and I did not strive to control them; but, allowing myself to be borne away by the stream, I bent my mind towards injury and death.

from that moment I declared everlasting war against the species, and, more than all, against him who had formed me, and sent me forth to this insupportable misery.

I came out, my morals unimproved, my hatred to my oppressors encreased tenfold. Bread and water did not tame my blood, nor solitary confinement inspire me with gentle thoughts. I was angry, impatient, miserable; my only happy hours were those during which I devised schemes of revenge...years passed on; and years only added fresh love of freedom, and contempt for all that was not as wild and rude as myself.

The monster continued to utter wild and incoherent self-reproaches

They hanged my mother. I watched her body swing from the lower branches of a silk cotton tree. She had committed a crime for which there is no pardon. She had struck a white man. She had not killed him, however. In her clumsy rage she had only managed to gash his shoulder

Then when I saw Pain attack Hinata, I was so mad, so full of rage, I let the Nine-Tails take over without even thinking about it.

I have never been very good at dealing with the police. I always come off as a smart-ass, and whenever I claim to be innocent, not only am I generally not believed, but it tends to make my questioner lose his patience. I also have a special gift for creating misunderstandings in the dialogue. This tends to stoke the already simmering anger of the police, whose sole aim is to pry loose a nice solid confession and go home, happy to have earned their salary.

This guy. This fucking guy.

She was reasonable and rational, even through the tears. I hurt her. I know I hurt her. All I felt was anger. I wanted to yell and break stuff. Be demonstrative. Because she was being... she was so adult. And I just felt like a stupid kid. I didn't want to be in our empty place so I did what I do, I went to the movies. I wanted a big dark room to cry in.

The anger of a meek man is like fire struck out of steel, hard to be got out, and when it is, soon gone.

People who struggle with overwhelming emotions often feel vulnerable. At any point, the smallest trigger can lead to a tidal wave of emotions that leaves them feeling confused, angry, alone, hopeless, and in pain.

I want to touch her, but I can't, because I'm angry at her and she's angry with me, and even though I love her, I don't like her as much as I should.

Tibetan poet Shabkar said: "One with compassion is kind even when angry; one without compassion will kill even as he smiles.

Charles had a look on his face said, I'm not angry, but I am disappointed. Dr. Quinn's expression said, He's passive-aggressive. I'm not. I am aggressive. I have killed before.

She's like the Hulk," Nate explained. "But instead of transforming when she gets mad, it's when she sees crafts. And she doesn't turn big and green. She just makes crafts. So not like the Hulk, really.

but there was no curiosity in those faces, and no anger, and no mercy.

He looked at her with a touch of defiance, as if waiting for an angry answer. But her answer was worse than anger: her face remained expressionless, as if the truth or falsehood of his convictions were of no concern to her any longer.

Don't ever get angry at a man for stating the truth." "That particular truth was none of his business." "His particular estimate of it was none of your concern or mine.

She found that she liked the solitude; she awakened in the morning with a feeling of confident benevolence, the sense that she could venture forth and be willing to deal with whatever she found. In the city, she had lived in chronic tension to withstand the shock of anger, indignation, disgust, contempt. The only danger to threaten her here was the simple pain of some physical accident; it seemed innocent and easy by comparison.

I don't blame our metallurgical department!" he said angrily. "I know that results of this kind are not a matter of any predictable time. But the public won't understand it. What, then, should we sacrifice? An excellent piece of smelting—or the last center of science left on earth, and the whole future of human knowledge? That is the alternative." She sat, her head down. After