#anger

I held on to my better nature by my fingernails but I held on. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#life-and-living #anger

Bad luck with women is a determined man's road to success. For every affliction, he makes, out of indignation, yet another advancement in order to exceed the man that the woman chose over him. This goes to show that great men are made great because they once learned how to fight the feeling of rejection. ↗

— Criss Jami

#affliction #anger #bad #bad-luck #determination

I should attempt to treat human vice and folly geometrically... the passions of hatred, anger, envy, and so on, considered in themselves, follow from the necessity and efficacy of nature... I shall, therefore, treat the nature and strength of the emotion in exactly the same manner, as though I were concerned with lines, planes, and solids. ↗

— Baruch Spinoza

#philosophy #anger

...and she's thinking of rage, like an ember or a burning acid swallowing up her knotted viscera. Blindness like the kind that leads men to perpetrate horrors, animal drunkenness, the jungles of the mind. ↗

— Alden Bell

#rage #red #anger

When do we get to the part where I get inspired by this wonder boy and my seriously bitchy attitude toward men is miraculously healed? ↗

— H. Raven Rose

#bitchy #eden #questions-in-life #anger

I know some women go in for excitement and danger. It must make them feel more alive. It's my professional judgment that you're a dangerous man. ↗

— Margaret Way

#dating #dating

A decision made during a moment of weakness can ruin your life.         To date, I had made three. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#corcitura #danger #eric-bradburry #hindsight #hybrid-vampires

Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour. “No, I’m not,” retorted Hermione. “I’m hoping to do some good in the world! ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#hermione-granger #law #ministry-of-magic #death

I became aware that our love was doomed; love had turned into a love affair with a beginning and an end. I could name the very moment when it had begun, and one day I knew I should be able to name the final hour. When she left the house I couldn't settle to work. I would reconstruct what we had said to each other; I would fan myself into anger or remorse. And all the time I knew I was forcing the pace. I was pushing, pushing the only thing I loved out of my life. As long as I could make believe that love lasted I was happy; I think I was even good to live with, and so love did last. But if love had to die, I wanted it to die quickly. It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death; I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck. ↗

— Graham Greene

#anger

Station is the paradox of the world of my people, the limitation of our power within the hunger for power. It is gained through treachery and invites treachery against those who gain it. Those most powerful in Menzoberranzan spend their days watching over their shoulders, defending against the daggers that would find their backs. Their deaths usually come from the front." -Drizzt Do'Urden ↗

— R.A. Salvatore

#darkness #power #war #death