#fe

How small a thought it takes to fill a life. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#life

Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now ↗

— Bob Dylan

#song-lyrics #young-at-heart #youthful-arrogance #life

Timid people always reek their peevishness on the gentle. ↗

— George Eliot

#fear #wrath #anger

Be as pissed off as you want to be. Don’t hold back because you think it’s unladylike or some such nonsense. We shouldn’t be shamed out of our anger. We should be using it. Using it to make change in our own lives, and using it to make change in the lives around us. (I know, I’m cheesy.) So the next time someone calls you emotional, or asks if you’re PMSing, call them on their bullshit. ↗

— Jessica Valenti

#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

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

It's a pragmatist's business, comedy. Start off with good intentions and references to the Pompidou Centre and you end up with boiled sweets and a pantomime cow. ↗

— Mel Smith

#business #centre #comedy #cow #end

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

Chorus of women: […] Oh! my good, gallant Lysistrata, and all my friends, be ever like a bundle of nettles; never let you anger slacken; the wind of fortune blown our way. ↗

— Aristophanes

#drama #feminism #greek-literature #anger