#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

We're still dancing to tunes created by men who thought that a thunderstorm was a sig of God's anger. ↗

— Raymond Khoury

#god #thunderstrorm #tune #anger

All this. They have all this, and what do we get? Walls and tickets and concrete and stink. Rations and hopelessness and rage. I hate them,” she said, the malice in her words like the lingering taste of a bad kiss. ↗

— Anna Silver

#kiss #rage #anger

However impatient she might be in the day, however filled with little sudden angers, at night she was all tenderness. ↗

— Pearl S. Buck

#woman #women #anger

...it occurred to me that perhaps in this city the crowd was essential to the individual; without it, he had nothing against which to scrape his anger, no echo for grief, and not the slightest proof that there were others more lonely than he. it was just a passing thought. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#anger

Renton looks at her and sees her pain and anger. It cuts him up. It confuses him. Kelly has a great sense of humour. What's wrong with her? The knee–jerk thought: Wrong time of the' month is forming in his head when he looks about and picks up the intonations of the laughter around the bar. It's not funny laughter. This is lynch mob laughter. How was ah tae know, he thinks. How the fuck was ah tae know? ↗

— Irvine Welsh

#guy-culture #humor #anger