Quotes About Anger

In all the time we spent together, we had only one argument. I can't even remember what it was about; I just remember that he yelled at me. Ten minutes after he left, he called me on the phone from his house: "WHO WAS THAT MADMAN YOU HAD IN YOUR HOUSE? I COULD HEAR THE YELLING ALL THE WAY OVER HERE. YOU SHOULD NEVER LET CRAZY PEOPLE INTO YOUR HOUSE—DON'T YOU KNOW THAT? THEY COULD BE DANGEROUS.

Irene realized she was on the point of shouting. Worse, of being ungrammatical. She took a deep breath.

And it didn't help to brood over it herself: the brooding tended to devolve into corrosive anger,

I feel like marching into my parents' room and shaking my mom. How could you send her to that place without her blanket?

A man is measured by the size of things that anger him.

I pretty much wanted to strangle her.

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. —Gautama Siddhãrta

If you strike a child, take care that you strike it in anger, even at the risk of maiming it for life. A blow in cold blood neither can nor should be forgiven.

You know the kind of place: dirt roads, dirt yards, dirt gardens. Frustration and anger and sadness turned inward to become poverty.

I don't have pet peeves - I have major psychotic fucking hatreds.

Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.

Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?

Coarse kindness is at least better than coarse anger; and in all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of its dullness.

Anger does not make history. Power does. And power may be supplemented by anger, but it derives from more fundamental realities; geography, demographics, technology, and culture.

I'll drown him in that damn fountain and then I'll CPR him back and drown him again.

He opens his mouth and I want to kill him. I've actually had fantasies of ripping of his head Savannah. The older witch looked at her a long moment. What? Don't do it in front of his Dogs. Hopefully, I won't do it at all. If things get too bad, I'll divorce him.

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.

What the hell did this Curran do to you? Killed your master, stole your girl, burned down your castle? What?

What about the Pack?" His upper lip trembled, betraying the edge of his teeth. "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." Curran reached over and covered my fingers with his hand. "I'm serious. Say the word right now and we're gone.

Vicki," he said. "Baby . . ." "Don't you call me that, you horrible shithead!

An old song surfaced in my memories. Love is all you need. Maybe, but in real life love was rarely all you got. Raphael and I also had pride, and guilt, and anger, jealousy and hurt feelings

His eyes were empty. There was no sadness, no anger, just the watchful emptiness of a predator.

Does Strawberry Shortcake know you stole her horse? She will be berry, berry angry with you." I

I'm going to find whoever put this creature through that torture, and I'm going to kill them slowly. Piece by piece.