Quotes About Anger

Rising to her feet, she shot the Bird Man a furious glare, and then stormed off toward Savidlin's house. She was glad to be away from Richard, to be away from watching those girls pawing him. Her fingernails dug into her palms, but she didn't notice as she marched past the happy people. The dancers danced, the drummers drummed, the children laughed. People she passed wished her well. She wanted one of them to say something mean so she would have an excuse to hit someone.

Save your anger for the enemy. Here it will do you no good; there, it can overcome fear. Use this time now to teach your sword what to do, so later it will do it without conscious thought.

Anger made a better warrior than fear.

Sometimes letting out the anger is an even more grievous mistake than holding it in.

Anger is a shield for the power of the sword's magic, so that helped.

Darken Rahl shook his fists to the sky. "No!

that girl has a temper. a very bad temper. and you don't? richard asked. not like hers.

Righteous anger can be an extraordinary thing to behold." Kahlan smiled at his excitement. "It can make the good tremble with joy, and the wicked shiver in fear." The smile left his face. "But people rarely believe the truth when they see it and less so when they don't want to

death looked up angirly, and found himself staring into eyes that were black as the inside of a cat and full of distant stars that had no counterpart among the familiar constellations of the realtime universe.

Granny Weatherwax was often angry. She considered it one of her strong points. Genuine anger was one of the world's greatest creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn't mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.

Oh, I feel very angry a lot of the time, said Tiffany, but I just put it away somewhere until I can do something useful with it.

WHERE'S MY COW?! IS THAT MY COW?! HRRRUUUUGGGH!!!! THAT'S NOT MY COW! THAT'S A HIPPOPOTAMOUS!

I'm not bloody well going to have it, understand? Vimes shouted, shaking the ape back and forth. Oook, the Librarian pointed out, patiently. What? Oh. Sorry. Vimes lowered the ape, who wisely didn't make an issue out of it because a man angry enough to lift 300 pounds of orangutan without noticing is a man with too much on his mind.

Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.

Granny Weatherwax always held that you ought to count up to ten before losing your temper. No one knew why, because the only effect of this was to build up the pressure and make the ensuing explosion a whole lot worse.

She felt better for all that. A good shouting at somebody always makes you feel better and in control, especially if you aren't.

Don't start weaving a social hypothesis in front of an angry woman holding a blade.

Anger was a weapon to be honed and treasured and used only at the moment yielding most premium.

Genuine anger was one of the world's great creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn't mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.

Asking someone to repeat a phrase you'd not only heard very clearly but were also exceedingly angry about was around Defcon II in the lexicon of squabble.

Anger helped Vimes up the last leg of the climb. Anger at himself and whoever it was who had punctured his holiday. But it was worrying: he had wanted something to happen and now it had. Somebody was dead. Sometimes you had to take a look at yourself and then look away.

anger was better than fear. Fear was a damp cold mess, but anger had an edge. She could use it.

A good shouting at somebody always makes you feel better and in control, especially if you aren't.

The period of time it takes a pictsie to go from normal to mad fighting mood is so tiny it can't be measured on the smallest clock.