Quotes About Anger

Anger is a very seductive emotion because it is profoundly energizing and exhilarating.

Those men who are the most violent are not at all carried away by fury. In fact, their heart rates actually drop and they become physiologically calmer as they become more violent.

I know. So, I was angry with you. I didn't know why. I was angry with the world. I did know why. I hated all my therapists for being useless. I was this little ball of self-destructive fury, and none of them could do anything but tell me that I was a little ball of self-destructive fury. [...] I knew I was angry. Tell me what to do with that anger, please.

I don't hate you. I don't think I ever really did. It was just anger. And once I faced it head-on, once understood it, it dissipated. -Mia

Adam's lips are set in a grime line. I can't tell if he's about to cry or about to punch the guard. For his sake, I hope it's the former. For you own, I hope the latter.

She felt almost tearfully grateful to be off the hook, and residually angry because she was always on the hook.

She mock shudders the way you do when you talk about someone's misfortunes that have nothing to do with you, that don't touch you, and never will. I've never hit a woman in my life, but for one minute I want to punch her in the face, give her a taste of the pain she's so casually describing.

She looks at me, square in the eye. Taking aim. And then she pulls the trigger. "Because I hated you.

My anger feels hot and bilious but I keep it bottled until it doubles back and I'm mad at myself.

They don't know about the mornings when anger is the one thing—the only thing—to get you through the day. If they take that from me, I'm wide open: raw and gaping, and then I don't stand a fucking chance.

That craptastical, gutless, son-of-a-cactus-humping butt monkey!!

Hate is too mild of a word. But it's nothing personal, I don't think.

Hate is like drinking a vial of poison and expecting it to harm the other person, You're not hurting the guy, only yourself.

Princess, your temper tantrums make you as defective as an open-ended condom.

He'd asked me to marry him. He'd kissed me. Twice. He said he loved me. What a scum, rat, dog bastard. I wouldn't sleep with him now if I was dying and the only thing that could save me was a penis injection from him.

So, yeah, I kind of wanted to claw her face off and spit in her skull. Graphic much? Straitlaced Ali piped up. Not graphic enough, Bloodthirsty Ali quipped. Hello, new personalities. So nice to meet you.

hate is like drinking a vial of poison and expecting it to harm the other person

One day," Dane snarled, "I'm going to put your nuts in a grinder and make a testicle salad sandwich.

Never had Dallas seen the Targon more pissed. There'd been none of his usual charm, none of his nonchalance. He simply hadn't liked other men looking at Bride. And when the Mckell had staked claim on her ... shit. Bastard was probably already dead.

No. Dang him, no!

Seeing her like this…whatever anger I still harbored evaporates, leaving only the love I have for her. I suffered because of the choices she made, but so did she. Regret is etched into every line of her skin.

He sounded just like that dude from Pulp Fiction. He even quoted the line about the day of reckoning and striking people down with great vengeance and furious anger.

For crying out loud, guys, stop this crap right now!" Ray's face turned red with anger, hands shaking.

If Columbia Pictures had not succumbed to Richard's demands, and if I were a cocky, son-of-a-bitch movie star, and if Sidney Poitier had not held in his rage, there would have been no Stir Crazy. For the sake of my psychological health, I should have let out my anger at the time that I was angry. From the point of view of getting the picture made—I'm glad I didn't. The picture was a great success.