Quotes About Anger

It's one thing to protect yourself," Dad yelled at me during our very next lunch. "That I get. Have I ever told you not to defend yourself? No. But did you have to permanently maim him? I spent all that money on that on that fancy school for girls-not to mention all that money for the shrinks-and what did that get me?" I shrugged. "A seven-figure civil suit?

I know it's probably wrong to fantasize about giving a nun a karate chop in the neck, but I couldn't help it. She was making me mad.

I whirled around. "It wasn't just a kiss," I said. I was getting really mad. "Maybe that's how you wanted it to look, like it was just a kiss. But you and I both know what it really was: A media event. And one that you've been planning since you saw me in the Post. Well, thank you, Josh, but I can get my own publicity. I don't need you.

Cabrero, kayla said, narrowing her eyes at Alex. If you do that one more time, I will take this book from you and hit you with it till you're dead. Again.

Sometime, the only way you can make someone listen is with your fist. This is not a technique espoused, I know by the diagnostic manuals on most therapists' shelves. Then again nobody ever said I was a therapist.

I do not expect Henrique Mauricio to conform to my standards of behavior, Alaric said. I expect him not to do things that make me want to pound his face into a bloody pulp. Sadly, every time I meet him he fails to live up to this expectation.

I stared at the screen, aware that my heart rate had sped up. Sped up? I was so angry I wanted to ram my fist into the monitor, as if by doing so I could somehow ram it into Paul Slater's rock hard abs. -Suze Simon

Tina is so mad at Charlotte Brontë. She says Jane Eyre ruined her life.

If there is one person right now that I hate the most, it would be my dad. Yup, and I mean it!" (Page 27)

HATE LUISA FERRARI.

mad as a bee caught under a pickle jar

Grief wasn't a feeling. It was a thing that visited. It was a weight, a lead wall, and it pressed on her lungs and settled a shadow across her mind, until the only way she could inhale was through a gasp of anger.

Terrible," said Stink. "I had one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, just-like-that-kids'-book yuck days." "What's wrong?" asked Mom, coming into the room. "Stink hit his friend Webster

I would very much like to strangle someone. Why don't you go away until I decide it isn't you?

I am an ambassador, Akretenesh warned me, anger bringing his confidence back. You cannot shoot. I don't mean to, I reassured him, still smiling. I adopted his soothing tones. Indeed, you are the only man I won't shoot. But if I aimed at anyone else, it might give others a dangerously mistaken sense of their own safety. I raised my voice a trifle, though it wasn't really necessary. We will have another vote, Xorcheus. They elected me Sounis. It was unanimous.

Damn him, damn him, damn him.

Weak kings who lost their tempers were notoriously destructive.

Odd that you could be so angry at someone and devoted to him at the same time.

Jill has beauty, sophistication, depth and soul, besides having a remarkable singing voice, how does that compare to Mo'nique?" Wade said angrily.

It's not you she hates, Schuyler. It's me. She just turned her anger outward because she couldn't bring herself to hate whom she loves.

Mimi walked out of church, knowing that if she ever saw Jack again, she would have to kill him.

She was very special to me. But I think I'm going to have to get back...so I can. God. So I can kill her. -Dylan

He was the one who'd made her this way. He'd turned her into this person sitting next to him, a beast with venom in her veins. She was forced to sharpen her edges into needle points because of him.

If we abdicate responsibility for our choices, we may become angry, sometimes full of rage at others for running our lives, for telling us what to do. We need to take responsibility. We need to trust ourselves.