#ang

Qualsiasi persona normale di tanto in tanto prova la tentazione di sputarsi nelle mani, issare la bandiera nera e cominciare a tagliare le gole. ↗

— H.L. Mencken

#italiano #rage #anger

Transferring my anger and pain onto paper turns it into something tangible, something that can be shredded or burned, or at the very least, sealed shut in a box. ~Call Me Tuesday ↗

— Leigh Byrne

#call-me-tuesday #leigh-byrne #pain #quotes #anger

Voice-cry. Agony--the spoken “word” exploded, blown to bits by suffering and anger, demolishing discourse: this is how she has always been heard before, ever since the time when masculine society began to push her offstage, expulsing her, plundering her. Ever since Medea, ever since Electra. ↗

— Hélène Cixous

#anger

Par lietām, ko nevar vairs grozīt, nevajag dusmoties. ↗

— Zenta Mauriņa

#anger

His anger took many shapes: sometimes soft and familiar, like a round stone he had caressed for so long that is was perfectly smooth and polished; sometimes it was thin and sharp like a blade that could slice through anything; sometimes it had the form of a star, radiating his hatred in all directions, leaving him numb and empty inside. ↗

— Laila Lalami

#hatred #anger

And then, anger gave way to pure and simple job satisfaction. I mean, when I looked at a dead zombie head on a spike, I thought, "Hey, I did that. Picasso would have been proud. Especially how I rearranged that eye ↗

— Jesse Petersen

#zombies #anger

As a youth I got my jollies by confronting my professors with facts that ran completely contrary to what they were trying to ram into our thick skulls. His expressions of bafflement and anger had never failed to amuse me. ↗

— Lia Habel

#lia-habel #rebellious #anger

Death was silence, loss, guilt. And anger. But life led that way, anyway. From birth, it was a slow, long march to the grave. Who said that? She couldn’t remember now. But it was true. They were born dying. If they were very lucky, the dying was called aging. They reached toward if as if they were satellites in unstable orbits. And then when they got there, they were just dead. One moment in time separated the living from the ghosts. ↗

— Michelle Sagara West

#death #guilt #loss #silence #age

In the long history of male and female relations all the way back to the Garden, I can't think of one in which a woman's anger ever won over a man. ↗

— Marie Arana

#anger

It’s hard not to empathize with the mayor’s anger, given the injustices he’d suffered, but righteous anger rarely leads to wise policy. ↗

— Edward L. Glaeser

#coleman-young #detroit #injustice #policy #wisdom