Quotes About Anger

Bast stood in the doorway, practically dancing with irritation. When he spotted the approaching figure he rushed down the street, waving a piece of paper angrily. "A note? You sneak out and leave me a note?" He hissed angrily. "What am I, some dockside whore?

Y recuerda, hay tres cosas que todo hombre sabio debe temer: la tormenta en el mar, las noches sin luna y la ira de un hombre amable.

Anything you say at this point cannot be trusted. You know I am well and truly angry, so you are in the grip of fear. This means I cannot trust any word you say, as it comes from fear. You are clever, and charming, and a liar. I know you can bend the world with your words. So I will not listen.

Además, la rabia puede calentarte por la noche, y el orgullo herido puede alentar a un hombre a hacer cosas maravillosas.

Some thing had eaten all the perfect soap she'd made. It dared come here, into the proper place for soap, and eat it all. She stamped her foot. She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

Todo hombre sabio teme tres cosas: una tormenta en el mar, las noches sin luna y la ira un hombre amable

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

Now," Kvothe said angrily, "you've both acted understandably, but that does not by any means mean that either of you have behaved well.

Todos los hombres sabios temen tres cosas: la tormenta en el margo, la noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre apacible.

Apology now is of little consequence," she said, her voice flat and chill as slate. "Anything you say at this point cannot be trusted. You know I am well and truly angry, so you are in the grip of fear. "This means I cannot trust any word you say, as it comes from fear. You are clever, and charming, and a liar. I know you can bend the world with your words. So I will not listen." "Vashet to Kvothe

Dos partes de mí intentaron hablar al mismo tiempo. La primera parte gritaba «No le hagas nada, por favor. Otra vez no. No lo rompas. Dámelo, por favor. No lo cojas así, por el mástil». La otra mitad recitaba: «Te odio, te odio, te odio», como si escupiera sangre.

But even in the full flower of her fury, Carceret was perfectly in control. She didn't lash out wildly or snarl at me. She kept her words inside her, burning them like fuel.

I am sorry to tell you this thing. Youu are a good man, and a pretty thing. But still, you are only a man. All you have to offer the world is your anger.

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

She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

If that happens, I will not come back and demand a refund. I will not petition the constable. I will walk back to Imre this very night and set fire to your house. Then, when you run out the front door in your nightshirt and stockle-cap, I will kill you, cook you, and eat you. Right there on your lawn while all your neighbors watch.

They fight like puppies. They are young, and boys. They are full of anger and impatience. Women have less trouble with these things. It's part of what makes us better fighters.

No matter where you are, people are basically the same. Besides, anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

La rabia puede calentarte por la noche, y el orgullo herido puede alentar a un hombre a hacer cosas maravillosas.

was the sort of anger that comes to a slow boil inside the hearts of good men who want justice, and finding it out of their grasp, decide vengeance is the next best thing. I

the key is knowing when to fight. Men are full of anger, so they have trouble with this. Women less so.

She stamped her foot. She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

No puedo creerlo. Me mentiste. ¡A mí! Kote suspiró y subió pesadamente la escalera. —¿Estás enfadado porque te he mentido, o porque no me has pillado mintiéndote? —preguntó.

todo hombre sabio teme tres cosas: la tormenta en el mar, una noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre amable.