Quotes About Anger

And now, you bunch of mole-snouted, muck-raking, hutch-hearted sheep ticks, get out of my sight sharp.

You wretched black beetle!

Öfke her zaman korkudur ve korku hep kaybetme korkusudur.

We'll all be glad to see you die. No one's going to miss you, Gary. Maybe I'll walk behind you and spit on your brains after they blow them all over the road. Maybe I'll do that. Maybe we all will." It

To hell with you, Buddy. No policeman wants to protect a goddamned atheist. I hope somebody bloodies you up good.

Fuck God, he had actually wanted to say. Fuck God for having made this world, fucked be His name, now and for fucking ever, fuck God for our lives, fuck God for not saving us, fuck God for not fucking being here and for not fucking saving the men burning on the fucking bamboo.

When they ask how I died, tell them: still angry.

People are sheep, Ringil raged. Moronic fucking sheep.

When they ask how I died," I said. "Tell them: Still Angry.

Rage at injustice is a forest fire — it jumps all divides, even those between generations.

Yukio was angry because he was. Because he was an asshole male with delusions of status just like Dad, just like the rest of them, and I'd humiliated him in front of Plex and Tanaseda. Because he was an asshole male just like the rest of them, in fact, and rage was the default setting.

So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry.

They'd spit in your eye and walk away if you called them victims, but somehow that same grit never found its way into any built form better than hardscrabble endurance and nonspecific rage.

Anger is a call to action. It is challenging and important to let our light shine. It is important to name ourselves rather than wait for someone else to do it, or pretend that we can continue to bear it when we can't. When we complain that others do not take ourselves and our values seriously, we are actually saying that we don't. If our aesthetics matter so much to us, we must act on them in a concrete and specific form.

A la ira hay que escucharla. La ira es una voz, un grito, un ruego, una exigencia.

When we feel anger, we are often very angry that we feel anger.

Sloth, apathy, and despair are the enemy. Anger is not. Anger is our friend. Not a nice friend. Not a gentle friend. But a very, very loyal friend.

A la ira hay que escucharla. La ira es una voz, un grito, un ruego, una exigencia. A la ira hay que respetarla. ¿Por qué? Porque la ira es un mapa . La ira nos muestra dónde están nuestros límites. Nos marca a dónde queremos ir. Nos permite ver dónde hemos estado y nos hace saber cuándo no nos ha gustado.

And by that time he had made the most terrifying discovery of his life, one which probably cast a shadow over all his subsequent relationships: the realization that most love, even the most ardent and the most sincere, can, given the correct assault, curdle into a mixture of pity and anger.

We didn't do anger in my family. We did ironic comment, snappy rejoinder, satirical elaboration; we did exact words forbidding a certain action, and more severe ones condemning what had already taken place. But for anything beyond this, we did the thing enjoined upon the English middle classes for generations. We internalised our rage, our anger, our contempt. We spoke words under our breath.

What he didn't—or couldn't—tell Joan was his terrifying discovery that love, by some ruthless, almost chemical process, could resolve itself into pity and anger. The anger wasn't at Susan, but at whatever it was that had obliterated her. But even so, anger. And anger in a man caused him disgust. So now, along with pity and anger, he had self-disgust to deal with as well. And this was part of his shame.

What he didn't – or couldn't – tell Joan was his terrifying discovery that love, by some ruthless, almost chemical process, could resolve itself into pity and anger.

Th' poxy, slivey, cuntbitten shicers!

the kind of pounding in his skull that made him immediately wish he could twist it off his neck and hurl it out the window.