Quotes About Anger

At a time like this with damage and disorder everywhere, no tale is too absurd to be believed and even decent people seek something on which to vent their anger.

Then his face changed to a mask of hate.

What shook Ling the most was that she wasn't even angry. Anger, too, could dissipate, but this emptiness that took its place might never be released.

I never hated you. My anger was never with you, but with the little hell my heart had put me in. The anger always passed. I never regretted loving you. If I had gone to my grave never kissing you or touching you, I still would not have thought it a wasted love.

Achilles' eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. "I wish he had let you all die.

When he speaks at last, his voice is weary, and defeated. He doesn't know how to be angry with me, either. We are like damp wood that won't light.

Exile might satisfy the anger of the living, but it did not appease the dead.

Good. I wanted him angry. He would make mistakes that way.

He doesn't know how to be angry with me, either. We are like damp wood that won't light.

I had seen him in such moods. Every petty defect of the world enraged him, all the waste and stupidity and slowness of men, and all the irritants of nature too, biting flies and warping wood and the briars that ripped his cloak.

After that, I was craftier with my observation, kept my head down and my eyes ready to leap away. But he was craftier still. At least once a dinner he would turn and catch me before I could feign indifference. Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moments in my day that I felt anything at all. The sudden swoop of my stomach, the coursing anger. I was like a fish eyeing the hook.

Her calmness enraged me.

So that is what I must hope for then? That one day I will see my father in the underworld and he will be sorry?" It is better than some of us get. But I held my peace. He had a right to his anger, and it was not my place to try to take it.

I covered myself with my hands and made soft noises like a child. Blush, blush, I prayed. Blush for him, or he will kill you. And I was fortunate, for it was warm in the room, and I was angry, and ashamed too,

Do you always make beautiful things for those you are angry with?

Men's faces are heavy with anger, but there are no more fights—it is too hot. They lie in the dark and hate each other.

Exile might satisfy the anger of the living but it did nothing to appease the dead.

If caught, he would feel fury and indignation at the game ending too soon.

Hati-hati terhadap kemarahan orang yang penyabar.

Hold, are you mad? you damn'd confounded Dog, I am to rise, and speak the Epilogue.

Most of the structural changes in your spine are natural occurrences." "The brain doesn't want to face up to the repressed anger, so it is running away from it." "By laughing at or ignoring the pain, you are teaching the brain to send new messages to the muscles." "We're going to help you take the Sword of Damocles into your hands instead of having it hang over your head.

The decision maker in the brain has decided that the overt expression of unbridled rage would ruin the person's life, and to prevent that from happening, it automatically initiates physical symptoms in the body without consulting the conscious, rational mind.

Many feelings and behaviors are no doubt left over from childhood. Children feel weak and vulnerable; they are dependent, and they feel that dependency strongly; they don't think much of themselves; they have a constant need for approval; they are very prone to anxiety and quick to anger. They have no patience. To a degree, we all continue to generate some of those feelings unconsciously right on into adulthood. What varies from person

And as for her beauty, she either hides it in fear and anger, or she uses it to secure her place in the world.