Quotes About Anger

Hijo de la chingada!

YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING TO BE AN ENGLISH MAJOR, YOU DON'T NEED ANY SPECIAL TALENT, YOU JUST HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT SOMEONE WANTS YOU TO SEE—TO WHAT MAKES SOMEONE ANGRIEST, OR THE MOST EXCITED IN SOME OTHER WAY. IT'S SO EASY; I THINK THAT'S WHY THERE ARE SO MANY ENGLISH MAJORS

She was so angry, she struck the cool, viscid thigh of Oren Rath. After she had lived through this, now there was a fucking tornado, too!

Frotters!" Herr Faber shouted. "Thieving frotters everywhere I turn!

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS COUNTRY? he wrote. THERE IS SUCH A STUPID 'GET EVEN' MENTALITY-- THERE IS SUCH A SADISTIC ANGER.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS COUNTRY?" he wrote. "THERE IS SUCH A STUPID 'GET EVEN' MENTALITY—THERE IS SUCH A SADISTIC ANGER.

Father was pretty good on the telephone; he counted the holes. Even so, Father still got a lot of wrong numbers, and they made him so cross that he invariably shouted to the persons on the receiving end of his calls—as if the wrong numbers had been their fault. "Jesus God!" he would holler. "You're the wrong number!" Thus, in this small way, did my Father and his Louisville Slugger terrorize a portion of New York.

There are times when I need to read the Thirty-seventh Psalm, over and over again. Leave off from wrath, and let go displeasure: fret not thyself, else shalt thou be moved to do evil.

Leave off from wrath, and let go displeasure: fret not thyself, else shalt thou be moved to do evil.

We're going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket …

But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

No wonder you've turned on me so savagely. I suspect that you are using me as a scapegoat for your own feelings of guilt.

Go dangle your withered parts over the toilet!' Ignatius screamed savagely.

Please, go away! Ignatius screamed. You're shattering my religious ecstasy.

Filth!' Ignatious shouted, spewing wet popcorn over rows. 'How dare she pretend to be a virgin. Look at her degenerate face. Rape her!

I want that Easter Ham. Where's my Thanksgiving Turkey? Miss Trixie snarled

He resented my worldview rather actively.

Who wants peace? Santa asked. Ignatius got a sign up in front the house about peace. I mighta known, Santa said angrily. First that boy wants a king, now he wants peace. I'm telling you, Irene. For your own good. That boy's gotta be put away.

Stop knocking that broom against the bar," she screamed. "Goddammit to hell, you making me nervous." "You want quiet sweeping, you get you a old lady. I sweep yawng.

the scornful force of his tone turned the word into a curse

One of these days I'm gonna beat him in the face with the butt of my service revolver until an eyeball pops out. These are the thoughts that keep me happy.

Zischeln is a useful German verb meaning "to whisper angrily.

Schimpf-los

Fear began to break down the community of the city. Trust broke down. Signs began to surface of not just edginess but anger, not just finger-pointing or protecting one's own interests but active selfishness in the face of general calamity. The hundreds of thousands sick in the city became a great weight dragging upon it. And the city began to implode in chaos and fear.