Quotes About Anger

resting I'm-going-to-kill-someone-and-light-their-house-on-fire face.

Fritz picked that moment to breeze in with some warm rolls. She glared at Wrath and pretended she was only reaching across the table for the wine bottle. She wasn't about to march off in front of Fritz. And besides, she suddenly felt like sticking around. So she could yell at Wrath a little longer.

Dumb-ass human, looking at his female like that? The bastard was lucky John was so sexed up. Otherwise he'd have taken the time to break a leg or an arm just to make a point.

Jesus fucking Christ!" Wrath bit out. "Can we get a break around here?

what say you?" "Fuck," came the reply. "Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer." Wrath

Wrath, what say you?" "Fuck," came the reply. "Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer.

Like right now? She was castrating him, throwing his balls down the disposal in the sink and hitting the switch

No, fuck that shit. That pair of assholes can fuck right off.

Are you always so extreme?" "This is calm, cool, and collected, you little bitch. You don't want to see me pissed off.

fury in my blood

That Zsadist was late was no big surprise. Z was one giant, violent fuck-you to the world. A walking, sometimes talking, usually cursing SOB who took hatred, especially toward females, to new levels.

He is such an asshole." "Everyone needs a hobby." Axe shrugged."And he clearly likes pissing you off." "If you tell me to stop encouraging him. I am going to punch you in the junk.

I'm getting really fucking tired of being manhandled like this!" Wrath hollered. Tohr

He wasn't mad. Getting angry about the truth was just stupid. It was better to spend your time adapting to it. Far more logical, even if it made tears come to your eyes.

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-pound retriever, and settled George in his lap. "You're freaking out my dog and it's pissing me off." As

Sometimes I'd get mad because things didn't work out so well, I'd spoil a flapjack, or slip in the snowfield while getting water, or one time my shovel went sailing down into the gorge, and I'd be so mad I'd want to bite the mountaintops and would come in the shack and kick the cupboard and hurt my toe. But let the mind beware, though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

a choleric, red-faced, pudgy hater of everything, who could turn on the warmest and most charming smile in the world when real life confronted him sweetly in the night.

Fury spat out of his eyes when he told of things he hated; great glows of joy replaced this when he suddenly got happy; every muscle twitched to live and go.

In the basement, with Ruth, I began to learn that anger, hate, fear and loneliness are all one button awaiting the touch of just a single finger to set them blazing toward destruction.

In the basement, with Ruth, I began to learn that anger, hate, fear and loneliness are all one button awaiting the touch of just a single finger to set them blazing toward destruction. And I learned that they can taste like winning.

We were just kids . We were property. We belonged to our parents, body and soul. It meant we were doomed in the face of any real danger from the adult world and that meant hopelessness, and humiliation and anger.

It's that evil twin part of me that always comes out at the absolute wrong political moment, like a demon possessing my soul; it exhibits itself as an arrogance or disdain or obnoxiousness or meanness or anger or pettiness - all traits that are lethal in politics.

I'm not motivated to entertain people through Twitter, so just by having Twitter and not saying anything, I make people mad.

It feels like every day or two, people on Twitter and the Internet are outraged about something.