Quotes About Anger

The bastard kissed her. She was so mad, she bit him hard enough to draw blood. Raphael pulled back, lip already beginning to swell. "We are no longer even, Elena. You're now in debt." "You can deduct it from my slow and painful death.

Now, that isn't to say that I don't think Cain should have at least counted to ten, like I was trying to do, but maybe Abel was a meddler, just like my sister. And perhaps, even though Cain had repeatedly told him to back off, Abel decided to stick his nose into his brother's business one to many times—thus deserving a good wallop on the noggin after all.

became a duchess, however, the rage of

My anger's a bad guest, my mother likes to say: comes without warning and stays a long time.

He roared at me furiously for ten minutes after he finally managed to put out the sulky and determined fire, calling me a witless muttonheaded spawn of pig farmers-My father's a wood-cutter, I said- adOf axe-swinging lummocks! he snarled.

Oh, how I'd enjoyed all that sweet crisp righteous anger, my favorite drug: I'd nearly ridden the high straight into murder.

I had hated him, but I wouldn't have reproached him, any more than I would have reproached a bolt of lightning for striking my house. He wasn't a person . . .

Anger was a fire in a grate, and I'd never had any wood to burn. Until now, it seemed.

I've been taught any number of ways to manage anger, and they really work. What she's never been able to teach me is how to want to manage it. So I go on seething and raging and knowing the whole time that it's my own fault, because I do know how to stop.

But I couldn't just be angry at her. Obviously I wanted to scream at her and set her whole enclave on fire, but that was just habit.

Shrivel up and die, you putrescent sack of larva!

You refused him," he said to me, almost angrily. "I'm not a fool, to take gifts from monsters," I said. "Where do you think its power comes from? Nothing like that comes without a price." He laughed, a little shrill and sharp. "Yes, the trick is to have someone else pay it for you

You intolerable lunatic," he snarled at me, and then he caught my face between his hands and kissed me.

Angry, I think. I didn't remember ever being angry before. Anger had always seemed pointless to me, a dog circling after its own tail.

he tried sitting next to me once and once only; I stared straight at him with all the murder in my heart and he stopped and took his hand out

And if you have been lying about it, Iskierka put in, having roused enough from her napping to follow the conversation, with slitted eyes, you may be quite sure you will all be sorry: if anything has happened to my egg, I will burn everything between here and whatever house Napoleon is hiding in, and then I will set *that* on fire, too.

Laurence did not let anger go, but dismissed it to return later; the battle was not over.

My teeth were already clenched with fury by then, with a new addition of lurking anxiety: was I starting to feel evil? Yes, now I was worrying I'd be turned to the dark side by too much crochet.

It made me angry, because being angry was better than being afraid.

I thought by then that maybe everything was all right because Panova Mandelstam was a mother. I didn't really understand what mothers were, because mine was in a tree, but I knew they were very good things and you were very angry

Aad kon behoorlijk verhit raken als ze geïrriteerd was, en als er ooit een onderdeel 'razernij' aan de Olympische Spelen wordt toegevoegd, ben ik de grote favoriet voor goud.

I was angry at them for everything they'd done to build it, and I also couldn't stand to just turn my back and let it all come tumbling down. It wouldn't have fixed anything they'd done. It would only have made an even worse waste of it all.

anything like her, and that the means mattered as much as the ends, but that wasn't any help; I already knew. I was just angry.

Wat heb je nú weer gedaan, stommeling? - De Draak