Quotes About Anger

Sometimes it's easier to be mad at the people close to us,' Vivi said, 'than to be mad at the people who deserve it.

No matter how hard she swung at him, it just made him laugh. He liked her anger. Fire, he called it. She liked it when she was angry, too. Angry was better than scared.

I hate you," I whisper before he can speak. He takes my chin in his fingers, tilting my face to his. "Say it again," he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head. His voice is low. The words are for me alone.

I want to strike Cardan over and over until I slap that smugness off his face. But if I did, he'd know just how much he scares me.

I lost your cloak,' I croak up at him, my voice coming out all breath. He peers down at me. 'You're a liar,' he says, eyes glittering with fury. 'A dirty, mortal liar.' I close my eyes again against the harshness of his words.

I hate seeing him with Nicasia. I hate the thought of his touching her. I hate that this is my plan, that I have no one to be angry with but myself. I am an idiot.

Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices." Locke laughed at my expression. "What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain." "I don't understan—" He put a finger against my mouth. "Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

You want me to free him? Let's gut him like haddock. Quicker and far more satisfying.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.

But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.

It's what you do to yourself when you go mad with rage. You have no idea how much you can hurt yourself with your own strength.

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Their arguments always went like this. The angrier Madeline got, the more freakishly calm Ed became, until he reached a point where he sounded like a hostage negotiator dealing with a lunatic and a ticking bomb. It was infuriating.

Your children see!" screamed Bonnie. Her face was ugly with rage. "We see! We fucking see!

That was the secret of a happy marriage. Step away from the rage.

She'd once been appalled to hear of women claiming PMS as a defense for murder. Now she understood. She could happily murder someone today! In fact, she felt like there should be some sort of recognition for her remarkable strength of character that she didn't.

she thought about that too much and all it implied she could tap into a great well of rage, so she didn't think about it. That was the secret of a happy marriage: step away from the rage.

Little things I do start to annoy him. He gets a bit irritable. I try to placate him. I start walking on eggshells, but at the same time I'm angry that I have to walk on eggshells, so sometimes I stop tiptoeing. I stomp on the eggshells. I deliberately aggravate him because I'm so angry with him, and with myself, for having to be careful. And then it happens again.

Sometimes there was the pure, primal pain of grief, and other times there was anger, the frantic desire to claw and hit and kill, and sometimes, like right now, ther was just ordinary, dull sadness, settling itself softly, suffocatingly over her like a heave fog. She was just so damned sad.

He hated Harry for dumping his father even more than he hated him for cheating.

It was so fast and violent and unexpected. Like a dear friend suddenly punching you in the face. Like some cruel god had done it on purpose. To be nasty. Picked up the tree and slammed it across the Mini in a fit of temper.

It was like every fight she'd ever had with her sisters. A wave of rage would sweep her up and carry her high and righteous until she did something embarrassingly excessive. Then it would dump her, splat, leaving her stupid and small.

I hate you all. For no particular reason. I guess it's for the sympathy, the pity and understanding, but most of all, for the hope.

nothing dramatic, in fact the opposite. It was as though a feeling of utter mundanity had settled upon them, like the start of a new season, fresh and familiar all at once. All the anger and recriminations had gone, drained away. It reminded Clementine of that feeling when you were recovering from being ill, when the symptoms were gone but you still felt light-headed and peculiar.