Quotes About Anger

His rage was so hot the air bent and wavered around him. "I can end you with a thought." It was my oldest fear, that white annihilation. I felt it shiver through me. But enough. At last, enough.

La presencia de los otros chicos no me aportaba consuelo alguno: nuestros muertos acuden en pos de su venganza sin considerar la presencia de testigos. En el firmamento cobraron forma las estrellas y la luna ocupó su sitio. Cuando los párpados se me cerraron, él me seguía esperando, cubierto de sangre y blanco como la cal, claro que sí. Nadie desea acabar en la negrura sin fin del aveno antes de tiempo. Mi exilio podría aplacar la ira de los vivos, pero no la de los difuntos.

Patroclo —dice—, Patroclo, Patroclo. Lo repite una y otra vez hasta que la palabra es solo un sonido. Ulises se arrodilla y le insta a comer y beber. Le invade una ira feroz al oír eso y está a punto de matarle, pero para eso debería dejarme y no puede. Me sujeta con tanta fuerza que casi noto el latido de su corazón, como el aleteo de una mariposa. Es un eco, el último jirón de mi espíritu aún sujeto a mi cuerpo. Un suplicio.

What has Hector ever done to me?" Excerpt From: Miller, Madeline. "The Song of Achilles." Apple Books.

Earlier that day, former president George W. Bush, who had remained largely silent during Trump's presidency, condemned domestic "extremism" and the "malign forces" in the country. "So much of our politics has become a naked appeal to anger, fear and resentment," he said in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, near where one of four hijacked planes had crashed into a field on September 11. He never mentioned Trump directly.

core tenet of the Trump political movement has been finding publicly acceptable targets to serve as receptacles for preexisting anger.

The faerie queen's compassion was even more frightening than her anger.

I beheld and still behold in anger and agony the eagerness of the world to throw piles of shit on those of us who want to savage or simply cannot help but savage the norms that so desperately need savaging.

Girls are cruelest to themselves," observes Anne Carson in "The Glass Essay," her brilliant long poem about the ravages of female anger, loneliness, grief, and desire, giving us as poetic adage what any number of other fields give us as statistic.

You need a plan," she hears—or seems to hear—her old nurse, Sofia, say, from a place near her elbow. "To lose your temper is to lose the battle.

To lose your temper is to lose the battle.

He wants to tear down the sky, he wants to rip every blossom from that tree, he wishes to take a burning branch and drive that pink-clad girl and her nag over a cliff, just to be rid of them, to clear them all out of his way. So many miles, so much road stands between him and his child, and so few hours left.

and she picked up the glass from the table and she threw it to the floor, smash. I sat tight on the chair. She stamped her foot, like Rumpelstiltskin, and shouted, I will not go, I will not, you can't make me, I hate him, I despise him.

Agnes would like to tear it all down, rip it up, hurl it to the wind.

the rage she'd stored up back then would be all she'd need to keep her going now. Just long enough to unleash it on a worthless, abusive pig.

People regressed, around their families, to the age at which they had been angriest.

I'm so angry,' she said. 'I was all right until you came back. I'd given up. So many terrible things. Relatives, neighbors disappearing. Opa. The bloody Germans coming to...to strip us bare. Oma's silence. Bam, bam, bam. Like being punched over and over again. You get numb. It doesn't hurt anymore. Unless you start to hope. That's the trick, you see: you can take anything unless you start to hope.

Shit! Those sons a bitches Russians!

Que tu sabiduría no sea humillación para tu prójimo. Guarda el dominio de ti mismo y nunca te abandones a la cólera. Si esperas la paz definitiva, sonríe al destino que te hiere y no hieras a nadie.

Conversation was strictly limited to functional needs and 'scurrilous and shameful words' and laughter were altogether prohibited, regulations especially relevant to a recurring theme in the Rule: the need to avoid displays of anger, malice, or grumbling, or reminiscences about past sexual conquests. 'Every idle word is known to generate sin.

Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.

Feel free to bugger off and die at any time.' Dan scowled.

Sod off and die, Dante,

Contrary to what you obviously believe, I don't spend my hours thinking up ways to annoy you,' Troy snaps. 'Actually, I don't think of you at all, so could you miss me with your bullshit, please?