Quotes About Anger

Gutterman's face flushed beet-red. Oh, is that so? he snarled. We'll see how impressed you are when we start questioning you. Oh, please don't question us, Ned cried mockingly.

You know your all fucks! why am i so dichable? now how am i supposed to kill you with out upseting that poor nice women!? God damnit alice i liked you why did you have to be such a bitch

He waited for the black, terrible anger as though for some beast out of the night. But it did not come to him. His bowels seemed weighted with lead, and he walked slowly and lingered against fences and the cold, wet walls of buildings by the way. Descent into the depths until at last there was no further chasm below. He touched the solid bottom of despair and there took ease.

That was the way things were. It was like she was mad all the time. Not how a kid gets mad quick so that soon it is all over - but in another way. Only there was nothing to be mad at. Unless the store. But the store hadn't asked her to take the job. So there was nothing to be mad at. It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.

Doctor Copeland belt old evil anger in him. The words rose inchoately to his throat and he could not speak them. They would listen to the old man. Yet to word the reason they will not attend.

fury is unleashed more freely against those you are most close to . . . so close that there is the trust that anger and ugliness will be forgiven.

Even now, missing Earth, he felt sympathy only for those aboard Gypsy, those orphaned, damaged, disaffected, dispossessed, Aspergerish souls whose anger at that great abstraction, The World, was more truly an anger at all those fortunate enough to be unlike them. We were all so young. How can you be so young, and so hungry for, and yet so empty of life?

I wonder why I still want to slap her. I must be a very mean and unforgiving person.

She didn't want to see the blow coming, but refused to take the coward's way. She raised her lashes, meeting his gaze with a steady one of her own, even though her knees threatened to buckle from fear. "You've made me very angry, Miss Constance," he said. "No one disrespects the name Lachlan. Not without paying a price." And then he did something she had not anticipated. He kissed her.

then when the hurt goes, anger takes its place; when the anger runs out of system, loneliness steps in to take over. it's a never ending circle of emotions; every lost emotion being replaced by another.

We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it's easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.

She grabbed all her clothes from her wardrobe and flung them across the room, screaming her head off until she finally felt sane again. Perhaps tomorrow she would buy those cats. (Holly)

In this place, fun and laughing makes them angry. We are not here to be leaders, we are here to serve.

Love can soften people, I believe that. But in me, now, love riles up an anger, a red-hot rage that crawls on my skin, seeps into my blood and brings out the worst in me. That's why everyone I love is better off loving me from afar.

I need all my strength to stop myself from reaching out and slapping him across the face every time he smiles at me.

She just didn't want to cry, anything but show this insensitive little shit how much he'd hurt her.

if you're out to change the world, you're bound to make some people angry. That's OK as long as your intentions are right. Don't be a jerk about it, but don't tiptoe around always playing it conservative either.

In our time... a man whose enemies are faceless bureaucrats almost never wins. It is our equivalent to the anger of the gods in ancient times. But those gods you must understand were far more imaginative than our tiny bureaucrats. They spoke from mountaintops not from tiny airless offices. They rode clouds. They were possessed of passion. They had voices and names. Six thousand years of civilization have brought us to this.

Do you know what I don't understand about that ball game? I don't understand why I wanted to kill you.

He became angry. "It should read 'those who fear ideas,' not 'those who fear God.' There are times when those who fear God make themselves very unpleasant as human beings.

They become angry and ugly and they fight anything that's a threat to them. We have to learn how to fight back without hurting them too much.

The customs people were angered by my drawings. I told them I didn't make the drawings to cause trouble; I was an artist, and an artist draws what he sees and feels and thinks. But they tried to confiscate the drawings anyway and

When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blonde hair. By the roots. In clumps.

I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.