Quotes About Anger

the tip-off indicators of fear and shame: resentment and anger (blaming your shame or fear on someone else); materialism (providing illusions of status for a man and security for a woman); people pleasing (doing things detrimental to the self to gain the admiration or approval of others); obsessions (thoughts you can't get out of your mind); and compulsive behavior like impulsive shopping, overeating, and binge drinking.

Women are afraid of the intensity of feeling that may surface as their eyes are opened to the wider reality of a woman's life. A woman's intensity makes everyone uncomfortable, including herself. We were taught to be nice, not angry, even when our own lives and sanity are at stake.

How dare you speak to me like that?' She tried to pull away, but his strength was too great, a conquering strength that held her fast, his hands tightly at her waist, his eyes burning into her. 'I will speak to you as I choose!' His lips tightened at her anger. 'The bride is there for you to see. It is finished, over. Forget him. I would not have allowed it in any case, even if Rina had not existed. You're mine, exactly what I want.

My blood was boiling, which is not a good thing for a coldblood. Dracula was dead. Rex was dying or dead. Breakfast was dying. And I was caring about it all. Meanwhile, that blasted Gunnar did nothing but sit and stare at his teevee all day. He was the reason we were all here, the reason we were suffering and dying, and he barely noticed us. I hissed so hard it hurt.

Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood! Go fuck yourself!

the only correct approach, is to attend to the anger so that you may learn what it is. Anger is nothing you have been told.

How do you like them apples, you piece of shit?

And I have this stupid little thought that Aaron didn't survive the croc attack after all, that he died but he's so pissed off at me that dying didn't stop him from coming here to kill me anyway.

And right on cue, Viola yells, " TODD! " And I hit him with everything I got - Every bit of her behind me - Every piece of anger and frustrayshun and nothingness - Every moment I didn't see her - Every moment I worried - Everything - Every little tiny thing I know about her - I send it right into the center of him - VIOLA

The purpose of a volcano is to die,' she says. 'Is this not what you strive for?' 'The purpose of a volcano is to die, my lady,' says the volcano, 'but as angrily as possible.

His chest still burned, so much he couldn't tell where the anger stopped and the wound began.

WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON?" I roar, but I don't say "eff", now do I? Cuz it seems the situashun calls for something a little stronger. "WHAT EFFING PLAN?

Hate is the key. Hate is the driver. Hate is the fire that purifies the soldier. The soldier must hate .

Enfádate lo que tengas que enfadarte –dijo ella-. Que nadie te lo impida. Ni tu abuela, ni tu padre, nadie. Y si tienes que romper cosas, por Dios, hazlas añicos.

Oh, yeah?" Seth says, growing angry. "How did you die again? Freak accident falling down the stairs?

He walked on angrily to school. He blamed Lily because it was mostly her fault, wasn't it? He blamed Lily, because who else was there?

She shakes her head, fiercely. "You idiot! You stupid fucking IDIOT!" She don't say effing.

You fuck! You fucking fuck! Nobody fucking … You fuck! Fucking talks to me! Fucking tells me. Tells me. Stupid fuck. 'Chemically' fuck! Fuck!

You be as angry as you need to be," she said. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Not your grandma, not your dad, no one. And if you need to break things, then by God, you break them good and hard.

looking angrily at the wombat: and a moment later, 'Come now, Stephen, this is coming it pretty high: your brute is eating my hat.' 'So he is, too,' said Dr. Maturin. 'But do not be perturbed, Jack; it will do him no harm, at all. His digestive processes--

For a moment Jack felt the strongest inclination to snatch up his little gilt chair and beat the white-faced man down with it...

There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.

Anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

It's a shame you left without a word, you know. She was just beginning to trust you before that. Before you got angry. Before you ran off. Just like every other man in her life. Lusting after her, full of sweet words, then just walking away. Leaving her alone. Good thing she's used to it by now, isn't it? Otherwise you might have hurt her. Otherwise you just might have broken that poor girl's heart