Quotes About Anger

When we get back, you and I are going to have a talk in which you lose your teeth," Antillus replied. "Because I'm going to knock them out of your head. With my fists." "I think we all understood what you meant at the end of your first sentence, dolt.

Let's talk about it after we eat something. Everyone's angry when they're hungry. Makes for bad decisions.

Fuel a love spell with rage and you're likely to get some odd side effects, for example.

Ever heard a pack of wolves growling in anger? It's less than restful.

I know you must be angry." "I burn things to ash and smash holes in buildings when I'm angry," I said. "I'm a couple of steps past that point right now.

says people of all ages compare the amount of control they have in a relationship to only the amount of control they used to have—not to the amount they feel they should have. When more control is allotted with time, people are satisfied; when control is cut back, people are angry.

Now there's a specific banality to rage as a reaction, an unearned sense of cleansing virtue.

if I wasn't a decent woman I'd heist a leg and pee in your ear until it washed out that stinking pile of crap you call brains.

you might think it wasn't real nice to kick a dying man, and maybe it wasn't, but I'd been wanting to kick him for a long time, and it just never had seemed safe till now

He kept his back turned and his eyes closed, feeling no shame or anger but only an increasing sickness of soul.

Screw you! I'm not going to tell you what I was going to say because I'm a decent woman. But if I wasn't, you know what I'd say? You know what I'd do to you, you rotten son-of-a-bitch? I'd heist a leg and pee in your ear until it washed out that stinking pile of crap you call brains!

ANGRY AND EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE Anger and emotional instability ruled King Saul. He suffered from demon-inspired fits of rage to the point that he would try to kill David. Saul once tried to pin him against a wall with a spear (1 Samuel 18:11). We all feel anger, but when it controls our lives, then it becomes an opportunity for the devil.

que a gente carece de fingir às vezes que raiva tem, mas raiva mesma nunca se deve de tolerar de ter. Porque, quando se curte raiva de alguém, é a mesma coisa que se autorizar que essa própria pessoa passe durante o tempo governando a ideia e o sentir da gente; o que isso era falta de soberania, e farta bobice, e fato é.

No wire hangers!!!

After that he would leave for a while, breaking things as he went, slamming doors to kick them open, picking up decanters to hurl at mirrors, detouring by way of chairs to smash them against the floor. Always when he came back he would sleep in their room, shutting the door against her. Rigid with self-pity she would lie in another room, wishing for the will to leave. Each believed the other a murderer of time, a destroyer of life itself.

It occurred to me almost constantly in the South that had I lived there I would have been an eccentric and full of anger, and I wondered what form the anger would have taken. Would I have taken up causes, or would I have simply knifed somebody?

I think you should take that trident of yours and stick it up your nose, fishboy!

The Bishop was capable of anger, but he was not capable of hate.

People grieve in different ways, some silently, some in anger, some in spite. Rarely does grief bring out the best in people, despite what local historians like to tell you.

This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

The only person who suffers, when you squirrel alway all that hate, is you.

And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.