#anger

Anger is how you feel. Hate is not letting your anger flow ↗

— Tambré Bryant

#anger

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything. “There’s something about us. We’re not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We’re valuable. Alive, not dead.” The anger on Jorge’s face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What’s a shank? ↗

— James Dashner

#jorge #scorch-trials #shanks #anger

He hadn't meant to get so angry at Morgan. He didn't often get angry at other people. There was no sense in it. The person you were angry at was rarely ever repentant. Now, getting angry with yourself had some merit. It showed you had sense enough to chastise the one person who had any hope of benefiting from it. And he was plenty angry with himself. For many things. ↗

— Sarah Addison Allen

#improvement #self-realization #anger

Terrorism is just a whole other level of anger management issues. ↗

— Thisuri Wanniarachchi

#hilarious #humor #terrorism #anger

Let’s take this figure of the feminist killjoy seriously. Does the feminist kill other people’s joy by pointing out moments of sexism? Or does she expose the bad feelings that get hidden, displaced, or negated under public signs of joy? Does bad feeling enter the room when somebody expresses anger about things, or could anger be the moment when the bad feelings that circulate through objects get brought to the surface in a certain way? ↗

— Sara Ahmed

#anger

Life can be messy. No doubt, a lot of these kids are living proof. But in spite of their anxieties and their angers, At least- They Are trying to live. ↗

— Terri Fields

#suicide #anger

Let them express their anger and hatred; listen to them and smile. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#hatred #smile #anger

Do you realize how angry you sound?” must be one of the most infuriating questions in the language. ↗

— Renata Adler

#sexism #anger

In Chicago, you can't swing a cat without hitting an Irish pub (and angering the cat), but McAnally's place stands out from the crowd. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#cat #chicago #anger

Tonight his father had caught up, carrying all the horrors of hell with him. His mother could no longer protect him—hide him—and now his father‟s wrath would fall on him. He ran across the fields and through the forest, his bare feet carrying him as fast as they could go, aching and bleeding into the night. He could feel his father‟s eyes on him and his stinking breath filling Raven‟s nostrils as he rushed toward the only place he had ever found safe. He sobbed, choking on his grief and his frustration—the horrible guilt of carrying all the anger from his father into their house making him sick and afraid. He ran with lungs and muscles burning from strain, throwing himself through the doors of the castle when he reached them and only then chancing to look back the way he‟d come. ↗

— Amanda M. Lyons

#castles #eyes-like-blue-fire #fear #past #anger