Quotes About Anger

When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.

Both anger and alcohol put people in the position where, paradoxically, they have knowledge that moves them to act but also lack the wisdom needed to act well.

Joy and anger, sorrow and happiness, caution and remorse Come upon us by turns, with ever changing mood. They come like music from hollows, like wood when played by the wind, or how mushrooms grow from the damp. Daily and nightly they alternate within but we cannot tell whence they spring. Without these emotions I should not be. Without me, they would have no instrument

There's two things in this world you can't frighten. A hungry dog or an angry woman.

Getawayfrommeyoumiserablelittlecreep.

But sometimes we get the maddest at the people we love the most.

If he weren't so thoroughly wrung out, he could kill the bastard on the spot. In his present condition, he'd be lucky to strangle a gnat

Was he ill? Or was the anger he carried around burning away his flesh?

Han knew from experience that there was nobody more furious than a cheat cheated.

Kalau aku memarahimu, itu berarti aku mencintaimu. Aku melampiaskan marahku kepada orang-orang terdekat dan paling kusayangi. Ibaratnya merekalah papan peredam suaraku.

Andaikan Pope berangkat dari pangkalan Inggris atau Amerika, apakah kami tidak patut marah dan mengutuk negara-negara imperialis yang mencoba hendak mengadakan subversi di negeri kami?

Go to hell with your aid

Bastards have pissed me off," Reed snarled, out of breath, as he backed into the open armory door. "They hit me in the face." Lang grabbed Reed's jaw, turned his face toward him. "It's just a scratch." It's just my fucking face ," Reed sputtered. "It needs to look good on a book jacket when I write my memoirs someday.

Fear pierces her heart. She hates it when Wesley gets mad. Not that he's ever hurt her. He'd never do that. He doesn't even shout at her, not really. It's more the resigned disappointment followed by the silent treatment that he stretches out like an elastic band, getting tauter and tauter until she can bear it no more

It escalates, as it always does. Who knows what the neighbours must think. Stuart yells, I scream, he throws my vase full of flowers at the wall so that it shatters into a zillion pieces, sending water and petals everywhere.

Hi babe. Andrew's being difficult about next weekend. I'm so angry! He said he's not sure he can let me have the time off to go to Edinburgh. What an arsehole. I SO hope he dies!

Above all, in my anger, I was sad. Isn't that always the way, that at the heart of the fire is a frozen kernel of sorrow that the fire is trying -- valiantly, fruitlessly -- to eradicate.

I always thought I'd get farther. I'd like to blame the world for what I've failed to do, but the failure - the failure that sometimes washes over me as anger, makes me so angry I could spit - is all mine, in the end. What made my obstacles insurmountable, what consigned me to mediocrity, is me, just me. I thought for so long, forever, that I was strong enough -- or I misunderstood what strength was.

While a thousand memories and moments, words, the first darling, the second time Carol had met her at the store, a thousand memories of Carol's face, her voice, moments of anger and laughter flashed like the tail of a comet across her brain. And now it was pale-blue distance and space, an expanding space in which she took flight suddenly like a long arrow.

And we know there has been horrendous loss of life and suffering and we know that there is anger. Anyone who came anywhere near the general election in constituencies with a substantial Muslim population knows that.

That feeds anger, and I mean when we went and at last thank heavens got towards peace in Northern Ireland we went for justice within Northern Ireland as well as using security well, as well as a political settlement, but surely that is the lesson.

All of me swims, floats, crosses what exists with my nerves, I am nothing but a desire, anger, vagueness, as impalpable as energy. Energy? but where is my strength? in imprecision, in imprecision, in imprecision . .

Is woede mijn diepste verzet tegen het mens-zijn? Mens-zijn mat me af. En ik ben woedend om het voelen van zoveel liefde. Soms leef ik van de woede tegen het leven. Want de woede wekt me tot leven: ik heb me nooit zo waakzaam gevoeld. Ik weet best dat dit overgaat en dat het noodzakelijke ontberen terugkeert.

The children of these disillusioned colored pioneers inherited the total lot of their parents—the disappointments, the anger. To add to their misery, they had little hope of deliverance. For where does one run to when he's already in the promised land?