Quotes About Anger

I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire

Only what?" I asked. I could barely hear my own voice. He turned his gaze back to me, firm and unflinching. "Only… more human." And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty. "Get out," I said.

I shot up,now as angry and frusterated as him.I had a feeling if i stayed, we'd both snap. In and undertone, I murmured,"this isnt over.i won't give up on you." " I've given up on you,"he said back,voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.

Keeping love buried was a lot like jeeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up insides until you wanted to scream or kick something.

The rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively,but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.

Some part of you will always ... fight to cling to life and experience all it has. That's why you're so reckless in the things you do. You don't hold back your feelings, your passion, your anger. It makes you remarkable. It makes you dangerous

quienes se entregan a la venganza y se toman la justicia por su mano rara vez saben dónde está el límite...

Anger could flip to passion in a heartbeat.

You can crawl back to whatever hole you live in and fuck your landlord for rent.

The truth was, Justin wasn't sure he could handle the face of her gratitude. He'd meant it: Her anger was easier to deal with. He could stay strong against that. But a kinder, gentler Mae . . . one who was looking at him like that . . . well, that was too much. It was too great a reminder of what hung over him, that she was the woman Odin had picked out for him, one who held the key to his undoing.

And he has so much, Sydney. So much feeling. He feels everything so strongly— love, grief, anger. His emotions are up and down, all over the place.

When it came to Angeline, her problems could range from throwing a desk in rage or accidentally spilling hydrochloric acid on another student. Both had happened recently.

anger based on calculated reason is more dangerous than anger based on blind hate.

She managed to look like a perfect, pissed-off Alchemist. Now I wanted to kiss her more than ever.

Aunt Tasha once said that anger based on calculated reason is more dangerous than anger based on blind hate.

When God seems distant, you may feel that he is angry with you or is disciplining you for some sin. In fact, sin does disconnect us from intimate fellowship with God. We grieve God's Spirit and quench our fellowship with him by disobedience, conflict with others, busyness, friendship with the world, and other sins.10

You ignorant little slug! the Trunchbull bellowed. You witless weed! You empty-headed hamster! You stupid glob of glue!

Perhaps his anger was intensified because he saw her getting pleasure from something that was beyond his reach.

All the reading she had done had given her a view of life that they had never seen. If only they would read a little Dickens or Kipling they would soon discover there was more to life than cheating people and watching television. Another thing. She resented being told constantly that she was ignorant and stupid when she knew she wasn't. The anger inside her went on boiling and boiling

The nastier the dream, the angrier it is getting when it is in prison,' the BFG said.

Matilde non rispose. Rimase in silenzio, ribollendo di rabbia. Sapeva che odiare i propri genitori non era una bella cosa, ma non riusciva ad impedirselo. I libri le avevano mostrato la vita sotto una luce che loro ignoravano. Se soltanto avessero letto un romanzo di Dickens, o di Kipling, avrebbero scoperto che imbrogliare la gente e guardare la televisione non è tutto.

screamed the Trunchbull and she marched off the platform followed closely by the cook.

But in reading all of the passages in which Jesus uses the word hell, what is so striking is that people believing the right or wrong things isn't his point. He's often not talking about beliefs as we think of them--he's talking about anger and lust and indifference. He's talking about the state of his listeners' hearts, about how they conduct themselves, how they interact with their neighbors, about the kind of effect they have on the world.

And in response, I had stored up reserves of I'll show you anger. That's a particular kind of anger. When you feel like someone wouldn't let you be you, it strikes at the core of who you are. And that sacred wound can animate all kinds of action. There's a ton of activating energy there.