Quotes About Anger

It can happen sometimes, with those who brood on an injustice, that a taste for revenge can usefully combine with a sense of obligation.

And foe-of-convenience, the United States, barely the hope of the world, guilty of torture, helpless before its sacred text conceived in an age of powdered wigs, a constitution as unchallengeable as the Koran. Its nervous population obese, fearful, tormented by inarticulate anger, contemptuous of governance, murdering sleep with every new handgun. Africa

Sólo los niños, de hecho, piensan que un deseo y su cumplimiento es todo uno: quizás es lo que da a los tiranos ese aire infantil. Alargan la mano hacia lo que no poseen. Cuando topan con la frustración, la rabieta homicida nunca está muy lejos.

And foe-of-convenience, the United States, barely the hope of the world, guilty of torture, helpless before its sacred text conceived in an age of powdered wigs, a constitution as unchallengeable as the Koran. Its nervous population obese, fearful, tormented by inarticulate anger, contemptuous of governance, murdering sleep with every new handgun.

When he saw his wife smashing plates right and left, he shouted, "What! Are you looking for a husband

Yes, I'm too mad to punish you right now. We'll talk about it when we get home. Go brush your teeth, comb your hair, put on dry clothes, and get the guns. We're going to Wal-Mart.

Saiman picked up a coffee mug, stared at it, and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a dozen pieces. We looked at him. "Your date appears to be hysterical," Rene told me. "You think I should slap some man into him? Saiman stared at me, speechless. I had to give it to Rene—she didn't laugh. But she really wanted to.

Fuck the pack. I gave them fifteen years of my life. I fought for them, bled for them, and the moment my back was turned, they attacked my wife. I owe them nothing.

Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind . . . I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.

I'm counting to ten in my head. Is it helping? No. It doesn't help me with you either. I used to life weights to alleviate frustration, but someone blowtorched my weight bench. How did you do it, by the way? I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you.

This was hell and I was its fury.

Sh!t. F_ck sh!t.'.... 'Sh!t f_ck would have also been accepted.

Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.

Getting a lecture on restraint from the woman who threw a hissy fit and blew up Babylon.

Come back to me. Don't leave me all alone. Don't die on me, you stupid sonovabitch. You goddamn fucking idiot. I told you to stay out of the damn fight! Why the hell don't you ever listen? I fucking hate you. I hate you, you hear me? Don't you dare die on me, because I need to kill you with my bare hands.

I'm going to kick you in the head when I get home. Repeatedly.

You make me want to stab you. I have that effect on many people. How is it you're still alive? I'm hard to kill.

Did they think I would throw a tantrum?" "Baby, you're not the tantrum type. You are the scary-smile-and-stabbing type.

You look like Curran. You have that pissy exasperated look on your face.

Please relay my greetings to the Beast Lord, I said. I appreciate his willingness to alter his extremely busy schedule and make and appearance. Curran show no emotion. No gloating, no anger, nothing at all. Jim looked at me, looked at Curran, looked back at me again. Kate says hi, he said finally. I'm ecstatic, Curran said.

Maybe you should make me a list of people I can kill and ways in which they're allowed to die," he said. "You are not funny." "I'm very funny.

I can't hate people that much. Don't get me wrong. I want to murder every last Keeper I can find. But that's not hate. That's vengeance.

Derek, if a boy wanted to take away a girl's power by having sex with her, what would you think about it? I'd break something. His leg. Maybe his arm. He squeezed the wire tighter. Probably wouldn't kill him unless he wanted to make an issue of it.

The stairs ended. I wished I knew the jackass who'd made the staircase so short. I'd throw him down the damn steps so he could count them with his head.