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Lugh's decided to stick with bein mad at me. It's like traveling with a storm cloud. One of them that hangs low an heavy. The kind that builds an broods an keeps on buildin an brood in till everybody's got a sick headache. ↗

— Moira Young

#imagery #simile #anger

In the Carolinas they say "hill people" are different from "flatlands people," and as a native Kentuckian with more mountain than flatlands blood, I'm inclined to agree. This was one of the theories I'd been nursing all the way from San Francisco. Unlike Porterville or Hollister, Bass Lake was a mountain community ... and if the old Appalachian pattern held, the people would be much slower to anger or panic, but absolutely without reason or mercy once the fat was in the fire. Like the Angels, they would tend to fall back in an emergency on their own native sense of justice -- which bears only a primitive resemblance to anything written in law books. I thought the mountain types would be far more tolerant of the Angels' noisy showboating, but -- compared to their flatlands cousins -- much quicker to retaliate in kind at the first evidence of physical insult or abuse. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#hill-people #justice #anger

So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a caving in. If the word had not been spoken, it would not have happened. ↗

— Victor Hugo

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Feeling someone else’s anger is bad; being left alone is worse. ↗

— David Levithan

#anger #anger

I had to sever my emotional cord to escape the anger and shame that silently slithered through my head, disconnecting myself from the stares and whispers that followed me down the hall. ↗

— Rebecca Donovan

#disconnecting #emma #emotional #escape #feelings

At the pit's bottom is no anger. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

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and it was the pretending that might explain how she could smile so brightly while her mind felt nothing - as if, at these times, there existed a disconnection between outer and inner, a shutting off, and the key to her happiness lay in warding off pain, or dodging it, or pushing it into the shape of something else - like shame or anger or even hope. ↗

— Sue Saliba

#emotions #anger

Thank you. I realize my methods have dampened your spirits somewhat, but in the long run you will not regret it." She did not answer, simply preceded him to the door of her room. "You look very nice tonight, Claire. May I say that that color suits you admirably." The door closed in his face. ↗

— Shelley Adina

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Jimmy: One day, when I'm no longer spending my days running a sweet-stall, I may write a book about us all. It's all here. (slapping his forehead) Written in flames a mile high. And it won't be recollected in tranquillity either, picking daffodils with Auntie Wordsworth. It'll be recollected in fire, and blood. My blood. ↗

— John Osborne

#blood #fire #jimmy-porter #anger

Όταν θυμώνουμε με τους άλλους, θυμώνουμε με μια πλευρά του εαυτού μας. Με αυτό που δεν θέλουμε να είμαστε. (Γιάντες) ↗

— Αμάντα Μιχαλοπούλου

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