Quotes About Anger

it seemed absurd, I thought, turning over the evening paper, that a man with all this power should be angry. Or is anger, I wondered, somehow, the familiar, the attendant sprite on power? Rich people, for example, are often angry because they suspect that the poor want to seize their wealth.

Or is anger, I wondered, somehow, the familiar, the attendant sprite of power?

Never will I wake those echoes, never will I ask for that hospitality again, I vowed as I descended the steps in anger. Still an hour remained before luncheon, and what was one to do?

and thinking of the safety and prosperity of the one sex and the poverty and insecurity of the other and of the effect of tradition and the lack of tradition upon the mind of a writer, 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.

That man, she thought, her anger rising in her, never gave; that man took.

ÖrneÄŸin zenginler çoÄŸunlukla öfkelidirler, çünkü yoksullar?n onlar?n servetine göz diktiÄŸinden kuÅŸkulan?rlar.

I knew he was angry by this token. When I read when he wrote about women I thought, not of what he was saying, but of himself. When an arguer argues dispassionately he thinks only of the argument; and the reader cannot help thinking of the argument too. If he had written dispassionately about women had he used indisputable proofs to establish his argument and had shown no trace of wishing that the result would be one thing rather than another, one would not have been angry either.

Somehow the anger had taken me beyond my own preconceived limitations; it took me beyond caution.

You just wouldn't be happy until I had to drag my ass up here to this godforsaken icebox that is. Gotta tell you I'm feelin' some hate here my man. Or I would be if I could actually feel anything other than Arctic cold gnawing at my vitals.

Be reasonable? Fuck you. How's that for calm and reasonable?

He was seething, drunk on his own magnificence

Please! … You can't just walk away and leave me in this shithole!?" Gideon paused next to Lucan. "hold up. Did he just insult my work?" Fangs bared, he swung around and stalked back in front of the gleaming bars. "Fuck you, calling this a shithole. This entire cell is a bloody technological work of art, you ignorant wanker.

He pulled back only for a moment, his handsome face fierce with desire and not a little anger. "Fuck," he uttered harshly. "Why did it have to be you?

Piss me off again and I'll rip you a new asshole and then fuck it. And that's just the foreplay.

Fuck a motherfucking fuckduck" - Wraith

You son of a bitch!' 'What? he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 'You were mad.' 'I wasn't talking about the kiss.' He grinned. 'Does that mean I can do it again?

My temper is under control," he roared, and yep, that display surely convinced Ares.

An axe struck him in the head. Pain screamed through him as shards of bone from his own skull drove into his brain. "Bastard" he snarled as he wheeled around to his attacker, a burly Ramreel with a black snout and glowing red eyes. "You fucked up my Mohawk.

said, his voice thick with anger, "I'm going to get into her

He could deal with hatred, but he couldn't deal with fear. A crying, cowering female in his bed just didn't do it for him. On the other hand, angry sex could be fucking hot as shit.

Just don't be surprised if you find yourself riding a bolt of lightning if you piss me off." "I'm into kinky shit, so that works.

I nearly put you in the grave, you stupid human!

J!m squinted his first hate of the day.

Call saw that everyone was looking at him, the hands and cowboys and townspeople alike. The anger had drained out of him, leaving him feeling tired. He didn't remember the fight, particularly, but people were looking at him as if they were stunned. He felt he should make some explanation, though it seemed to him a simple situation. "I hate a man that talks rude," he said. "I won't tolerate it.