Quotes About Anger

I'm going to have you fired!" and I wanted to lean over and say, "I'm going to have you killed.

I'm not a parent myself, but I think the best solution at this point is to slap that child across the face. It won't stop crying, but at least now it'll be doing it for a good reason.

Be ye mad, woman?

I said to him, I said, 'And another thing, dick stain, after this baby is born, I'm gonna take one look at its shit-covered face and if it looks anything like you, I'll have the doctor saw its fucking head off and use it for bait. I swear to God I will

One day she'd throw a dish at you, and the next she'd create a mosaic made of the shards.

Nick Papanides," I say, spitting into the sink. "Let me tell you a little something, Mister. You can rot in Hell for all I care. You can …" I watch my saliva clinging to the rim of the basin and wonder where the bubbles come from. Is that air or are we all naturally carbonated?

Happiness is harder to put into words. It's also harder to source, much more mysterious than anger or sorrow, which come to me promptly, whenever I summon them, and remain long after I've begged them to leave. For

No matter how angry I get, it always comes down to this: I'm going to leave and then what? Move in with my dad? Thirty minutes of pure rage, and when I finally spot him I realize that I've never been so happy to see anyone in my life. "There you are," I say. And when he asks where I have been, I answer honestly and tell him I was lost.

To say she was bitter fell a wee bit short, like calling sulfuric acid tangy.

If you ever mention my uncle to me again, I will personally push your face through the top of this table, Elizabeth told him in a flat, deadly tone, and the baron recoiled physically from her.

Hatred is a poison, but anger—good, honestly-come-by anger, the kind that stems from outrage, from the need to protect the weak or lift the fallen or stop the cruel—that's not poison. That's strength. Too much of it can lead to hatred, and from there it's one slippery step to self-damnation, but never underestimate the empowering strength of the right sort of anger.

for this is a lesson to carry with you all your life long. God demands our allegiance above all things. We are to remain steadfast with him, even when things are the hardest, even when we are weakest, even when we are angry, even when we are afraid. These are all forces from beyond the boundaries of Eden. They exist, yes, and they test us. But we can carry the holy garden with us wherever we go, so long as our hearts remain true to God.

Maybe it's the taste of blood in my mouth or how angry I am at Derek, but I turn to Ben, slapping my stick on the ice. "Screw him," I say. "I'm making this team.

We almost killed ourselves with rage. We would grow up trampling over things, tearing things down, and people would look at us and wonder why we had such violence in our hearts.

Pain can be endured and defeated only if it is embraced. Denied or feared, it grows in perception if not in reality. The best response to terror is righteous anger, confidence in ultimate justice, a refusal to be intimidated.

Anger was a reliable defense, but one that allowed no chance of final victory. Anger was a medicine but never a cure, briefly numbing the pain without extracting the thorn that caused the agony.

The hatred of truth is the taproot of violence.

I curse the night I let your idiot father squirt you into me.

There's more to me than you see, another me down inside somewhere, full of hate, ready to hurt, cut, smash, or if maybe there's no Other and there's just me alone, then I'm not the person I thought I was, I'm something twisted and terrible, terrible.

When you can't find a remedy for your pain, you look for someone to blame.

Tal como explica Rav Áshlag, el ego es esa voz dentro de nosotros que dispara el juicio, el control, la ira, el orgullo e incluso el odio.

And underneath it all, there remained an ever present anger and hurt, the feeling of belonging nowhere that comes to people who belong everywhere.

And underneath it all, there remained an ever-present anger and hurt, the feeling of belonging nowhere that comes to people who belong everywhere. It

She could not do distress. Anger was so much easier. And quicker and harder and better. If I start crying, I'll never stop –you hear people say that; Kiki heard people say it all the time in the hospital. A backlog of sadness for which there would never be sufficient time