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Do not allow yourself to be blinded by fear and anger. Everything is only as it is. ↗

— Yuki Urushibara

#fear #hatred #manga #realization #spirit

Didn’t you hear what they said about my sister? But you don’t give a rat’s fart, do you, it’s only the Forbidden Forest, Harry I’ve-Faced-Worse Potter doesn’t care what happens to her in here — well, I do, all right, giant spiders and mental stuff — ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#ginny #ron-weasley #anger

He had only to touch me to turn my tears into sighs and my anger to desire. How accomodating love is; it forgives everything. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#isabel-allende #anger

If the wine drinker has a deep gentleness in him, he will show that when drunk. But if he has hidden anger and arrogance, those appear. ↗

— Rumi

#anger

‎She didn't understand what it was like to be filled with a love so strong that it made your chest ache—a love you could only feel and not express. Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#vampire-academy #anger

After a steadying breath, Aislinn turned to Keenan. "I'm sure you can figure out lunch without help. So, umm, go make friends or whatever." And she walked away. He sped up to stay beside her as they entered the cafeteria. "May I join you?" "No." He stepped in front of her. "Please?" "No." She dropped her bag into a chair next to Rianne's things. Ignoring him-and the stares they were attracting-she opened her bag. He hadn't moved. With a shaky gesture, she pointed. "The line's over there." He looked at the throng slowly progressing to the vats of food. "Can I get you something?" "A little space?" A flare of anger flashed over his too-beatiful face, but he said nothing. He just walked away. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#keenan #melissa-marr #wicked-lovely #anger

To say I had some pent-up anger would be like saying Britney Spears had minor impulse-control issues. ↗

— Molly Harper

#humor #anger

The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he's in the game. And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll Beat his wings 'til he burns them black... No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. . . The Moth don't care if The Flame is real, 'Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal. And nothing fuels a good flirtation, Like Need and Anger and Desperation... No, The Moth don't care if The Flame is real. . . ↗

— Aimee Mann

#fire #flame #moths #anger

I wonder if anybody else feels this way, if anyone in here is as scared as I am. Are they as sad and angry and confused and ashamed? Is that even possible? Is it even possible for one building to hold all that pain? ↗

— Amy Reed

#confusion #pain #anger

Oh that looked painful," called another Puck, a little farther down. "We really need to talk about your anger-management problems. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#puck #anger