Quotes About Anger

Fuck him. Feeney made a sound like a man who'd been pinched. Christ Jesus, Dallas, you're in St. Pat's. If God's going to make little weasels like him, she's going to have to listen to complaints.

Hold on a minute. She leaned out the window, shouted at the messenger who'd nearly sideswiped her vehicle with his jet-board. Police property, asshole. If I had time I'd hunt you down and use that board to beat your balls black. Darling Eve, you know how that kind of talk thrills and excites me. How can I keep my mind off sex now?

I don't mind being a suspect when the corpse is a shit-for-brains fuckwit, but if I'd killed her it would've been bloody and loud. And I'd have enjoyed it too much to keep it to myself.

He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.

Eve sucked air through her nose. The next person, the very next person, who says that is going to know my wrath. I'm on a first-name basis with your wrath, sir. I guess this isn't the best time to tell you that McNab and I are thinking of cohabitating. Oh my God. My eye. Desperate, Eve pressed her fist to the twitch. Not while I'm driving.

Love can die. It can be killed, no matter how alive it was, it's not invulnerable. Mine's dead. It's dead and it's buried. I just want one thing more, and that's the chance to look him in the face and tell him he's nothing. If I can do that one thing, it'll be enough.

Because dead people don't get angry. They're dead.

You know, a lot of women would get pissed off at having their husband star in their aide's purient little fantasies." "But you're bigger than that, Lieutenant. I like that about you.

Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up.

I don't give a rat's warty ass she's dead. It only means she's a dead cunt." "That's a strong opinion." "And the only kind worth having. I threatened to shove a stick up her twat and light it on fire just yesterday. Maybe the day before. I lose track as there was rarely a day that went by she didn't make me want to strangle her with my bare hands after I'd beaten her in the face with a rusty shovel.

On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.

I love you, Eve. Nothing changes that, nothing could. But Christ, you piss me off.

The rage worked under her cheer. It was always there, whispering to her. But she could control it. She'd controlled it for years. Because she was smart, smarter than all of them.

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and haven't killed any of them?

Quero vê-lo morto, mas ele já está morto - Roarke fletiu os nós dos dedos doridos. - Por isso não posso fazer nada. E ainda assim, quero enfiar-lhe os punhos na cara; queria ter-lhe arrancado o coração do peito antes mesmo de ele ter encostado um dedo em ti. Daria tudo o que tenho se o pudesse fazer. Mas em vez disso, não posso fazer nada.

Puss head," Eve muttered as she slammed into the Blue Squirrel.

His curses delivered in a low, vicious voice, became steadily more inventive. And, she observed with some fascination, more Irish.

Betrayed for cookies? Et tu, fuckers?

Vengeance is like a fire. The more it devours, the hungrier it gets.

Truth is not spoken in anger.Truth is spoken, if it ever comes to be spoken, in love.

Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.

Funny thing about glass. When you broke the shit up, it got pissed and bit back.

Motherf**ker. Bastard ass motherf**ker. C**ks**king rat-bitch bastard motherf**ker!" – Blay

When order in study was finally reestablished, Wrath looked downright nasty. Next one of you mouthy assholes makes me pound my desk again, I'm throwing you the fuck out. On that note, he reached down, picked up the cowering ninety-pounds retriever, and settled George in his lap. You're freaking out my dog and it's pissing me off.