#angry

Some struggle is healthy. If you can embrace it rather than be angry, you can use it as your pilot light. ↗

— Damon Wayans

#embrace #healthy #light #pilot #rather

Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#angry #best #ever #make #regret

Am I ever angry or frustrated? I only feel angry sometimes when I see waste, when things that we waste are what people need, things that would save them from dying. Frustrated? No, never. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#angry #compassion #dying #frustrated #frustration

The say beauty conquered the beast, but I'll bet lust had a lot to do with it. ↗

— Travis Luedke

#ff #menage #paranormal #romance #beauty

I wake up exhausted it's not morning. It's back to sleep to re-dream me. We're alone and we're happy. But there you are, angry with me ↗

— Tegan Quin

#happy #sara-quin #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #wake-up-exhausted

I'm a lazy man. With lazy dreams. I need Tai to wake me up, make me vibrate, irritate me. I need my angry woman, my unforgiving friend. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#laziness #marriage #dreams

Fenchurch had red mullet and said it was delicious. Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry. He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her. “Why’s this fish so bloody good?” he demanded, angrily. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#fish #funny #humor #funny

A physician is not angry at the intemperance of a mad patient, nor does he take it ill to be railed at by a man in fever. Just so should a wise man treat all mankind, as a physician does his patient, and look upon them only as sick and extravagant. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#does #extravagant #fever #his #ill

Some men are assholes and some men are cowards. What they both have in common is that both just stops talking to you, for no reason other than that they are assholes and cowards. ↗

— Trine H. Fredriksen

#assholes #broken-heart #cowards #hurt #life

My power grew angry that it was confined to my petite frame and pulled against my taut skin. Growing bolder, it tore through my skin to lay flat against my outer edge. The glowing energy began to solidify against my flesh; it lengthened to mold itself to my frame and contained me in a transparent cocoon. I flexed my fingers against the waxy surface and began to panic. I was cut off from my coven now and could not feel their thoughts. I could see the panic on their faces as I fell onto my side to convulse. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#cocoon #frame #horror #magic #paranormal