Quotes About Anger

Take it out on each other if you cannot take it out on the ones who deserve

Carpenter snarled when he said the word, a mangy dog hoarding his bone:

His disdain for those he robbed was of a different variety, akin to that of a child grinding his shoe on a cockroach.

Well, I'd say fuck too, if I were me. I'd say it backward and forward and around the block, fuck this and fuck that and fuck it all at once, twice, three times.

Red-hot anger takes away a lot of the heartache.

The anger on his face slowly vanished... Don't do this. (Listen you miserable bag of wind, you creature who call yourself a god. You have betrayed us. We lose because they are better. We lose because we live in a world of dreams. We lose because we are as children.) My son; says Yama.

Rapp took his pathetic self-absorbed emotion and shoved it as far down in his gut as it would go, and he plugged it with the first and only thing he had available—anger. That anger slowly metastasized into a suit of armor. For the first time since the news had hit him, he saw a way out. A faint light at the far end of the cavern. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew he had to head toward it. It was the only thing that offered him hope.

Killing these assholes was the most therapeutic thing he'd ever done in his life. It was more effective than a decade of psychotherapy.

I dragged on my ruined life in darkness and grief, wrathful in my heart...

distraught I seize mine arms…And with my comrades hasten to the hold: frenzy and anger urge my headlong will, and death methinks how comely, sword in hand!

Obstipuit, retroque pedem cum voce repressit: inprovisum aspris veluti qui sentibus anguem pressit humi nitens, trepidusque repente refugit attollentem iras et caerula colla tumentem; haud secus Androgeos visu tremefactus abibat.

Illa dolos dirumque nefas in pectore versat, certa mori, varioque irarum fluctuat aestu.

Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine laeso, quidve dolens, regina deum tot volvere casus insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores impulerit. Tantaene animis caelestibus irae? New vocabulary:

Quis furor iste novus?

Can anger so fierce stir the hearts of the dwellers in heaven?

Dread wars and outbursts of rage are dear to her heart

I'm not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

Modern women are frustrated and angry, their experience is limited; modern men are obsessed with the letter "I"; their writing is full of self-conscious indecency, self-conscious virility. It is essentially sterile.

When I heard you cry I followed you, and saw you put down your handkerchief, screwed up, with its rage, with its hate, knotted in it.

I do not pray. I revenge myself upon the day.

Nothing so cuts the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.

Rich people, for example, are often angry because they suspect that the poor want to seize their wealth.

I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions and its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge. A thousand stars were flashing across the blue wastes of the sky.

Anger had snatched my pencil while I dreamt. But what was anger doing there? Interest, confusion, amusement, boredom—all these emotions I could trace and name as they succeeded each other throughout the morning. Had anger, the black snake, been lurking among them? Yes, said the sketch, anger had.