Quotes About Anger

You have no idea of the things I've seen. I was a pirate–once. I'm not denying that, nor do I make excuses for it. I was young, angry, and desperate. Three things that make a most lethal combination. I wanted blood from the Brits and I wanted blood from my enemy. (Morgan)

I am merely biding my time. (Stryder) For what? (Rowena) For the moment when I am out of this cell and am able to wreak havoc on the one who put me here. I'm going to pull out his innards through his nostrils and dance around his entrails. (Stryder)

Jack ignored his greeting and slammed his fist straight into the jaw of the spy.) What did he do? Wear the wrong color coat? Or is it his stock you find offensive this time? (Morgan)

His nostrils flared at that as he sat up. "What has possessed you?" "Anger," she growled out. "Great doses of anger, my lord. And all of it is for you." -Christian, Adara

Christian growled in anger at his wife's unreasonable temper. "Fine, Adara. Whenever you decide to grow up and act responsibly, I shall be in our tent." "Me, irresponsible? You're the one who wants to run away. So go. Leave. Creta. Au revior. Bon voyage. Auf Wiedersehen. Vaarwel. Arrivederci … " Christian glared at her even though she wasn't even looking at him. "I understood you the first time." "Then why are you still here?

Braden clenched his teeth, but as Sin stepped out of the shadows and into the bright circle of moonlight, he forgot his anger in another wave of laughter. Maggie looked at him with a frown. Braden couldn't speak, all he could do was motion to Sin's legs, which were almost gleaming white beneath his plaid. 'Do you want to die?' Sin asked nonchalantly. 'Nay,' Braden choked. 'But have you seen your legs, man?'" -Sin & Braden

I was angry with you. (Callie) For what? (Sin) Sleeping on the floor again. What is it with you and the floor? Most women have to fear their husbands are in the bed of another. Me, 'tis the hearth I envy. (Callie)

It's no surprise that a generation of women who were brought up being told that they were equal to men, that sexism, and therefore feminism, was dead, are starting to see through this. And while they're pissed off, they're also positive, bubbling with hope. One obvious outcome of being brought up to believe you're equal is that you're both very angry when you encounter misogyny, but also confident in your ability to tackle it.

A new energy coursed through society, thousands of feminists suddenly rising, suddenly angry, ready to strike against an image and treatment of women that no longer seemed remotely ironic or funny.

Chakotay watched its progress with equal amounts of fear and anger. Self-sacrifice was hard-wired into Kathryn Janeway. It was her greatest strength and most inconvenient weakness. It was also one they shared.

All the most powerful emotions come from chaos -fear,anger,love- especially love. Love is chaos itself. Think about it! Love makes no sense. It shakes you up and spins you around. And then, eventually , it falls apart.

Anger's like rocket fuel. Either it pushes you forward or it burns you alive. - Harriett Osborne

That anger's like rocket fuel," she told Jo. "Either it pushes you forward or it burns you alive.

Where am I?" mumbled Luz. "You're tied up in a homicidal smuggler's haunted mansion," I informed her. "I remember now. My mom's going to be pissed.

If you kick a stone in anger, you'll hurt your own foot.

By the same token, I think it's time that we allow ourselves to experience real anger as women. And I don't mean that passive aggressive dance that we've employed for too many years. It's not real anger if it is implied or a few degrees removed, if it takes the form of whispering, or cold shoulders, or silent treatment. Real anger is what popular culture would have us be afraid of, based on the fact that it is not courteous, elegant, or feminine.

Touch me and I'll gut you like the pig you are.

I want satisfaction. I want revenge. Even if the only result is getting to feel self-satisfied, I want to strike a blow against this country. That's all.

He jerked back. "What is this? Be like you were with me the other times! When you melted for me." "That was before I fully understood what a nasty piece of work you are." "Because of a few shifter beheadings? Come on, Lizvetta, it's not as if I went around cock-slapping gnomes." Her jaw dropped.

Grief, and remembering, and loss cannot be predicted or held at bay. She knows, and she lets her anger at the missing... at all the time she let slip away spill from inside her.

thoughts control feelings and how being in control means that you can also always be in control of your anger and your happiness. Dr.

If Adam is cheating on my sister, I will rip off his testicles. Through his throat.

Then she slammed the door. Opened it and slammed it again, just in case he missed the point.

Humiliated men could be dangerous.