Quotes About Anger

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It spoke to me, that anger. I didn't realize how angry I'd been until it was in the air, infecting everyone. But as always, I held it inside.

Isabelle couldn't look away. She was angry at him—she knew that, felt it—but as he came toward her, that anger dried up and blew away like dust beneath the longing that mattered so much more. Their gazes met, held; and then he was past her, reaching for the doorknob, going outside. The door clicked shut behind him.

She couldn't stand how dark and ugly her thoughts were, how bottomless her anger and grief.

me." "I'm sorry," Loreda said. "For—" "No sorries. We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts.

They had history together, after all, and she couldn't help loving him still. In spite of everything, all the pain and heartbreak and anger he'd left in his wake, when she closed her eyes at night, she missed him beside her, missed the sound of his breathing and the hope she'd felt that one day he would really love her.

tempers caught fire as easily as backyards.

When a man resorts to violence, he's scared

I knew on some level that he was right, but my anger toward my dad was like a badge of honor, something that united my mom and me. Letting it go would be like losing a piece of who I was.

too." She couldn't believe she'd said the words aloud. How could she still be so angry with Lucie?

Maybe I owed it to him - and to myself, in a way - to try harder to understand where he was coming from, but the thought of letting down my walls was terrifying. It was my anger that kept me safe.

As the 1990s began, the right stayed angry and upset and kept growing in size and power thanks to the primitives, the bigots, the Protestant fundamentalists and cowboy commando conspiracy fantasists. But the grown-ups on the right, the economic right, corporate leaders and the rest of the rich, kept their eye on the prize—less taxation, less regulation of business, greed is good—and they maintained control of the party.

I feel compelled to say fuck you fuck you to those of you who have absolutely no regard for me as a person. You have raped me harder than you'll ever know. So again I say fuck you although this phrase has totally lost its meaning. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU.

I'm not mad. I'm in a perfectly happy mood, you asshole.

Before I die many will die with me and they'll deserve it. See you in Hell.

with growing horror. People at the school had lied to them directly, pretending I was making up stories. The tape ended. No one spoke. "Well?" I asked. "I'm calling your lawyer," my mother finally said. "And," my father added, "let's call your friend at Health and Human Services." He shook his head, a fury on his face unlike any I had ever seen. "We're going to destroy this school," he muttered coldly.

Rapp perked up at that. He'd love to put a bullet between that son of a bitch's eyes.

America's ability to adapt and reinvent itself had been stripped away by politicians who had trained their constituents to view change with fear and anger.

don't mistake my calm for forgiveness because there's none where you're concerned.

Carnsarn ye for a pair of busted-down, walleyed, spavined ignorantipedes! Gettin' so a man can't even git ten winks on his own chuck wagon without you buzzard baits clownin' up!

His valet! In the rush of getting him off, his clumsy damned valet had put the wrong boots on him. Oh, when he got home ... when he got home he would have the oaf punctured! Worse. Dragged through the streets and bitten to death by small children.

A bitter hatred was lifting his lip from his teeth.

Davy lets fly an oath and storms out of the hold. We hear his fist hit the wall as he leaves. you really are an evil girl, says Jaimy. I know, I murmur. I shall have to pay.

She had seen those eyes dark with brooding anger and cold as ice, she'd seen his gaze veiled like a spiderweb and shattering like a gate under pressure. But she'd never seen them as they were now. Full of wondering joy and disbelief, and an almost frightened awe.