Quotes About Anger

Now Goddard paces, whipping his fury into a caustic meringue.

The question is, will poisoning the voices kill them, or just make them really, really pissed off?

In fact, in the grand scheme of things, everyone was equally useless. That`s what he was saying, and it infuriated Citra, because on a certain level, she knew he was right.

It's an Event. Events bypass anger, straight to damage control.

Esa es la rabia que lo embarga cuando no hay nadie mirándolo.

Never hold a weapon when angry even if that weapon was a dinner knife.

La haine est une liqueur précieuse, un poison plus cher que celui des Borgia, car il est fait avec notre sang, notre santé, notre sommeil et les deux tiers de notre amour! Il faut en être avare!

The fuckers. There, I feel better. God-damned human race. There, I feel better.

sometimes I hate you, she said.

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can't vent any anger against them. I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere, in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence. They were only taught to look one way when many ways exist.

the masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things.

it is so dark now with the sadness of people they were tricked, they were taught to expect the ultimate when nothing is promised now young girls weep alone in small rooms old men angrily swing their canes at visions as ladies comb their hair as ants search for survival history surrounds us and our lives slink away in shame.

The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up.

the whole world is at the throat of the world, everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated, everybody is despondent, disillusioned.) I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards of happiness.

humanity you sick motherfucker.

I didn't say any more because when you hate, you don't beg...

there seems to be no way out, I thought, everybody is always angry about the truth even though they claim to believe in it.

Everywhere, Everywhere amazing, how grimly we hold onto our misery, ever defensive, thwarted by the forces. amazing, the energy we burn fueling our anger. amazing, how one moment we can be snarling like a beast, then a few moments later, forgetting what or why. not hours of this or days or months or years of this but decades, lifetimes completely use up, given over to the prettiest rancor and hatred. finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

and I walked into a dark hall where the landlady stood execrating and final, sending me to hell, waving her fat, sweaty arms and screaming screaming for rent because the world had failed us both.

Parker had a young white boy with him-one of the neurotic tribe of the lost- and the kid's eyes were filled with wet layers of tears. One big tear in each eye. They did not drop out. It was fascinating. I had seen women sit and look at me with those same eyes before they got mad and started screaming about what a son of a bitch I was.

Zircoff, I said, put the tomatoes away. Piss, he said, I wish they were hand grenades.

Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid.

The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry that they are flies; it is not my fault; I sit in the room with them and they taunt me with their agony; it is as if they were loose chunks of soul left out of somewhere;

La inmensa mayoría de la gente estaba loca. Y los que no estaban locos estaban furiosos. Y los que no estaban locos ni furiosos eran idiotas. No tenía escapatoria.