Quotes About Anger

I never have tantrums. If anything makes me mad, I'm silent. If I'm not talking, leave me alone.

People expect all women to react the same to pregnancy. But anyone who's been around pregnant women knows that it's not all cutesy and sweet. You spaz out and you're angry and you have tantrums.

It is that we should learn to pray even while we are dwelling on evil. Perhaps we are waging an interior battle over anger, or lust, or pride, or greed, or ambition. We need not isolate these things from prayer.

Of course, there was a lot of anger and denial and even attempts to forget about being diabetic. Maybe I could forget about it for a while, but it never forgot about me.

If they asked how I died tell them: Still angry.

If fucking up is power, I should be the Hulk by now.

The clerk is looking at me. His expression hasn't changed. What I want to do is punch a hole in the front of the desk, reach through, grab his balls, and make him sing The Mickey Mouse Club song. But these days, I'm working on the theory that killing everyone I don't like might be counterproductive. I'm learning to use my indoor voice like a big boy, so I smile back at the clerk.

I don't want to run for anything. I want to shove this miserable cheap-ass check so far up Wells's ass he can read the routing number out the back of his eyes.

Abandon all hope ye who piss me off.

I sit there on the bed feeling foolish and angry and completely confused by the world. After the craziness last night, I thought that today I might get a day off from the shitstorm. But, if anything, the situation is even worse.

The waiter brings the lamb chops. I'm still angry, but I take a bite of one. And it's like someone split my head open and filled it full of heavenly choirs and motel sex with Candy.

Gentry's neighbor is still blasting the same teeth-grating country pop he was playing last time I was here. When the frowning dumbass sticks his head into the hall to complain about the noise I stick the Colt in his face. "Play Taylor Swift one more time, motherfucker." He turtles his head back into his apartment and the music stops.

She's used to getting what she wants and seeing that she's not going to this time, she radiates a primal hate so pure that you could bottle it and sell it as napalm.

This fire is a big deal. A huge deal. A giant, flaming, goddamn, piece-of-shit, agonizing, I-want-to-rip-my-own-head-off deal.

Don't get the impression that you arouse my anger. You see, one can only be angry with those he respects.

You must never be satisfied with losing. You must get angry, terribly angry, about losing. But the mark of the good loser is that he takes his anger out on himself and not his victorious opponents or on his teammates.

Those who hate are kin.

What starts the process, really, are laughs and slights and snubs when you are a kid. ... If your anger is deep enough and strong enough, you learn that you can change those attitudes by excellence, personal gut performance.

Hatch never forgives and he never forgets," Zeus said. "He's like an elephant with anger management issues.

holding on to anger is like swallowing poison and hoping someone else will die.

we try to ease our pain with anger. But anger isn't strength. It only masks itself as strength. It's weakness. At its core, it's fear. Fear of facing what might be truth

Righteous indignation is the alibi of mobs and murderers.

That's what hate does – it remakes us in its image.

It's like they say, holding on to anger is like swallowing poison and hoping someone else will die.