Quotes About Anger

I'll never forgive. I'll never forget.

You think you betrayed me and one day I will kill you for it. I'm not sure why I even bother talking. My eyes flashed with temper. I hated being transparent. That you allied with Darroc to attain your goals did not betray me. I'd have done the same. Then why are you so pissy? That you fucked him will be forgiven once you fuck me. Another woman might run headlong toward absolution.

I couldn't tell the difference between the two of you anymore!" he roared. I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll off us. It's the truths we work hardest to silence. Then you weren't looking hard enough! I'm the one with boobs!" I know you're the one with boobs!They're in my fucking face every fucking time I turn around!

At least her anger was empowering. Not that it actually empowered her to do anything, but it was more energizing than despair.

Raging anger and profound aching grief tend to make one act out of sorts.

You look beautiful sitting there spitting at me like a she-cat. All I have to do is look at you, and I lust. I'm going to take you back to the hotel and take off that delectable dress and make love to you until you don't have the energy to be mad at me anymore." Ian Connelly, Marquis of Derne

Anger needed an anchor, a plug, a wall. (I am angry because of ____.) Otherwise you had a beam of red feeling searching vainly through the universe. You had a heart that shot red light into space.

the trees get angry if you bring flashlights or candles Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "You girls want an underworld?" The Chief's booming laugh was directed

Neuroscientists have a biological explanation for why those downward negative-thought spirals happen in the first place. MRIs have shown that every time people think angry thoughts or imagine worst-case scenarios, they send a surge of blood flowing into the brain regions associated with depression and anger—which refuels their depression and anger in a destructive feedback loop.

Scorch: "I think Sev might have an anger problem." Sev: "I think you have an intelligence problem.

Long memory, short fuse, big revenge.

Yo odio a las mujeres. Te seducen, ¿verdad?, pero luego no te aguantan. Son falsas. Las odio a todas.

You dumb asshole," Ross said to Nate."You could be a freakin' amoeba and you'd still be a brother. And the only reason I'm not throwing a punch right now is because you had such a dipshit upbringing you don't get that.

The voice of the intelligence is drowned out by the roar of fear. It is ignored by the voice of desire. It is contradicted by the voice of shame. It is biased by hate and extinguished by anger. Most of all it is silenced by ignorance.

And I think there's something about conservatives frankly - and the Left, when it comes to their channels of persuasion, are unpersuasive. They are, most of them are hate-filled, obscenity-clogged rants of anger and hatred.

Oh, I inherited my emotions from Calandria May, and I understand now that each human has a ruling passion, one that serves as the fountainhead from which flow all semblances of happiness, sadness, anger, and joy.

The second reason I was angry about the breakup is that even though I knew our relationship wasn't going anywhere, I slept with him. Normally

Hawk was like a man gone mad. He'd hardly slept all night for worrying about her, and here she was, calmly riding back to Fort Laramie and her lover. He longed, at that moment, to put his hands around her slender throat and choke some sense into her.

you guys all suck you know that?" Meagan shouted, flinging open the door of the shed. Finn dropped his paintbrush on the leg of his jeans where it left a streak of orange before hitting the dirty floor. "sorry?" he said. "you!you suck!" Meagan fumed. "we've been over this. I know I suck." "not your art.you!you...guys" Meagan shouted.

No! I will not calm down! He should be fired. WE should have him fired! You're clearly depressed and he needs to help you. He can't tell you to try harder next time That's sick! SICK!

Hugh refused to leave the scene of the action. He seated himself on the top stair in the hall, banged his head against the railing a few times, just by way of uncorking the vials of his wrath, and then subsided into gloomy silence, waiting to declare war if more "first girl babies" were thrust upon a family already surfeited with that unnecessary article.

It's the ones who can't let go - of fear or anger, lust or greed, vanity or pride or power - who are most at risk of becoming corrupted.

I had not realized how much anger I held against my heart for all the people who use others as nothing more than tools to build a house for themselves, who wrap chains around others and then claim they have the right and even the obligation to do so.

Nor am I saying that English conversation codes do not allow men to express emotion. English males are allowed to express emotion. Well they are allowed to express some emotions. Three, to be precise: surprise, providing it is conveyed by expletives; anger, generally communicated in the same manner; and elation/triumph, which again involves shouting and swearing. It can thus sometimes be rather hard to tell exactly which of these three permitted emotions an Englishman is attempting to express.