193 Anger Quotes

I didn't mean to hit the umpire with the dirt, but I did mean to hit that bastard in the stands.

Every child senses, with all the horse sense that's in him, that any parent is angry inside when children misbehave and they dread more the anger that is rarely or never expressed openly, wondering how awful it might be.

If I could get angry at you, I would try to kill every one of you. If that's guilt, I accept it.

He submits to be seen through a microscope, who suffers himself to be caught in a fit of passion.

By my physical constitution I am but an ordinary man ... Yet some great events, some cutting expressions, some mean hypocracies, have at times thrown this assemblage of sloth, sleep, and littleness into rage like a lion.

Anger is meant to be acted on. It is not meant to be acted out. Anger points the direction. We are meant to use anger as fuel to take the actions we need to move where our anger points us. With a little thought, we can usually translate the message that our anger is sending us.

I am angry nearly every day of my life, but I have learned not to show it; and I still try to hope not to feel it, though it may take me another forty years to do it.

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

Virtually all informed observers agree that a fair and equitable resolution of the plight of the Palestinians would considerably weaken the anger and hatred of Israel and the US in the Arab and Muslim worlds - and far beyond, as international polls reveal. Such an agreement is surely within reach, if the US and Israel depart from their long-standing rejectionism.

Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.

There is no sport in hate where all the rage Is on one side.

That public men publish falsehoods Is nothing new. That America must accept Like the historical republics corruption and empire Has been known for years. Be angry at the sun for setting If these things anger you.

Do not do to others what angers you if done to you by others.

It is a waste of time to be angry about my disability. One has to get on with life and I haven't done badly. People won't have time for you if you are always angry or complaining.

Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

Do any deserve liberty who are not ready to give it to others? Let us calmly go to work, instead of dissipating our energy in unnecessary fretting and fuming.

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

Where it concerns himself, Who's angry at a slander makes it true.

Anger repressed can poison a relationship as surely as the cruelest words.

'Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat.'

If the right people had been in charge of Nixon's funeral, his casket would have been launched into one of those open-sewage canals that empty into the ocean just south of Los Angeles. He was a swine of a man and a jabbering dupe of a president. Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning. Even his funeral was illegal. He was queer in the deepest way. His body should have been burned in a trash bin.

Rage cannot be hidden, it can only be dissembled. This dissembling deludes the thoughtless, and strengthens rage and adds, to rage, contempt.

One man was so mad at me that he ended his letter: 'Beware. You will never get out of this world alive.'

'If somebody told me I only had an hour to live, I'd spend it choking a white man. I'd do it nice and slow.'

I've got a fierce passion for politics but I can't stand the smarmy, hypocritical upper-middle-class dictator nation that prevails and has always prevailed in this country. I'm up for petrol bombers, mate, and fighting in the streets.

Anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor.

Conventional people are roused to fury by departures from convention, largely because they regard such departures as a criticism of themselves.

I wish terrible things upon the person who just did that. [After being hit in the crotch with a size 27 Birkenstock by someone in the crowd at Warped Tour in Charlotte, NC.]

I'm gonna stick your head so far up your ass your gonna have to cut holes in your nipples to see!

Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.

And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.

If he hadn't been so angry...he would have stopped and thought about it...

Something was bitterly wrong with the world, they could see that; they had all felt anger in the past, but till now something had always come between the thought and the act, and calmed them. Now, tonight, that calm was gone. They could feel it in themselves, nothing soothing their fear, nothing telling them wordlessly, all is well.

Are ye, two vultures sick for battle, Two scorpions under one wet stone, Two bloodless wolves whose dry throats rattle, Two crows perched on the murrained cattle, Two vipers tangled into one.

When he comes around. Do not tell him nothing. Do not make a sound. Cos if he knows we're there he might tear his heart out. And beat us to death with it. ~ 'All At Once'

Sa fureur ne va qu'a briser nos autels, Elle n'en veut qu'aux dieux, et non pas aux mortels.

If anger be the basis of our political activities, the excitement tends to become an end in itself, at the expense of the object to be achieved... side issues then assume an exaggerated importance, and all gravity of thought and action is lost; such excitement is not an exercise of strength, but a display of weakness.

HEY! Are yall spying on my dream? I'm angry, I'm awake, and I'm coming to getcha!

The Cardinal rose with a dignified look, He call'd for his candle, his bell, and his book: In holy anger, and pious grief, He solemnly curs'd that rascally thief! He curs'd him at board, he curs'd him in bed, From the sole of his foot to the crown of his head! He curs'd him in sleeping, that every night He should dream of the devil, and wake in a fright; He curs'd him in eating, he curs'd him in drinking, He curs'd him in coughing, in sneezing, in winking; He curs'd him in sitting, in standing, in lying; He curs'd him in walking, in riding, in flying; He curs'd him in living, he curs'd him in dying! Never was heard such a terrible curse! But what gave rise To no little surprise, Nobody seem'd one penny the worse!

Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

Cold is thy heart and as frozen as Charity!

My initial reaction is disgust. How someone can sit in that chair and say that I am a car bomber or - excuse me, a suicide bomber - is disgusting. I have seen the after-effects of a suicide bomb. I have friends that were hurt by suicide bombs. It makes me mad down to a place where I can't even think to describe. It's just repugnant.

Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.

Your Sensibilities are tempestuous - you feel Indignation at Weakness - Now Indignation is the handsome Brother of Anger & Hatred - His looks are 'lovely in terror' - yet still remember, who are his Relations.

Bella Swan: I hate you, Jacob Black.

I've been fucked from every angle there is. You could take out a slide rule and try to, like, map out the different angles and there wouldn't be one that exists that I haven't been fucked on.

The sky split apart in malice Stars rattled like pans on a shelf Crow shat on Buckingham Palace God pissed Himself.

Personally I wish the police had truncheoned the English fans to death, but I can't really say that on the record.

See I loved you like a sista/but you died to quick/And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha.

'I hate you! I wish you never came back!' (towards Triple H)

'You're a disgrace to the McMahon family! Now get out of my life! I never want to see you! Ever!' (Towards Hornswoggle)

(to Kane) 'Burn in Hell, you son of a bitch'

Goddamn the whole friggin' world but you, Carlotta!

I will punch you in the face if you don't get off the shed! Now get off the shed, get off the shed! Get off the damn shed!

Go fuck yourself, San Diego.

I'm gonna punch you in the ovary.

(speaking to 'Miles Finch') He's an angry elf!

In relations with others, one should express resentment and anger openly and straightforwardly. If one cannot express them openly and straightforwardly, the only thing to do is forget about them. To harbor grievances in one's heart, awaiting some later opportunity to give vent to them, is to act like a weak and petty man-in truth, it can only be called cowardice. The mind of the superior man is like Heaven. When it is resentful or angry, it thunders forth its indignation. But once having loosed its feelings, it is like a sunny day with a clear sky: within the heart there remains not the trace of a cloud. Such is the beauty of true manliness.

'Burn! Burn! Yes, you're gonna burn!'

Frank, are you trying to fuck me? [...] your boys just shat on the American flag.

'Some guy told me I parked to close to his car - I busted his jaw for him.' (from 'Drinking Problem')

'It's not right what you did to my beautiful horse-faced boy! I'm gonna come down there and kick you in your cunt you sick bitch!' (from 'Bright')

'I need to dance, you fucker, don't you see it? I need to dance. And I'll tell you, I'm gonna dance all over you, you scumbag. I'm gonna do a dance right in your fucking ass. Are you crazy? You fuck.' (from 'The Need to Dance')

'Hello boys don't do that you break-a the window. Motherfucker!' (from 'Bad Tomatoes')

The Elephant is never won with Anger, Nor must that man, who would reclaim a Lion, Take him by the teeth.

He had a wonderful balance of raw, dangerous anger, but also he was this delicate, fun person...He was brilliant, but he played dumb. And you know, Kurt was funny as shit.

He had only filled himself with anger, and he could not cease to hate just because he was asked to; not even because he wanted to

They feed off of your rage that they have made you believe, things like: 'You are getting shafted by everybody else, and only government can protect you and make these wrongs right.' You need to get hold of yourselves, take a look around your great country, and ask yourself why you're no longer proud of it when you used to be. 'Cause there's no reason for anybody not to be proud of this country. You all live here. You all are seeking your best performance, opportunity, because you know your country provides it. Yet some of you - not you people. I know you people are not of this mindset. But so many Americans seem to be, and so they're trying to do something positive while feeling absolutely enraged all the time. Hatred for America is real. You've seen it. You've heard it. You've read it. It's out there, and it's in larger numbers than you know. And the people who hate this country are the genuine mind-numbed robots. They have been talked into it with years and years and years of propaganda. Just ask yourself, when you have a free moment - maybe bring it up at dinner if you have a family still eats together now and then. Ask them, 'What are you proud of in America?' Don't lead 'em anywhere. Just say, 'What are proud of, when you think about America. What are you proud of?' and then deal with what you get. It will be interesting.

'You a motherfucker.'

He knew he should be furious, but he couldn't sustain a decent rage around her. She had too much about her of the ferocious kitten. Something small and fuzzy, just learning it had claws and how to use them

Leonard Washington : Your mother ain't shit

A democracy is peace-loving. It does not like to go to war. It is slow to rise to provocation. When it has once been provoked to the point where it must grasp the sword, it does not easily forgive its adversary for having produced this situation. The fact of the provocation then becomes itself the issue. Democracy fights in anger - it fights for the very reason that it was forced to go to war. It fights to punish the power that was rash enough and hostile enough to provoke it - to teach that power a lesson it will not forget, to prevent the thing from happening again. Such a war must be carried to the bitter end. This is true enough, and, if nations could afford to operate in the moral climate of individual ethics, it would be understandable and acceptable. But I sometimes wonder whether in this respect a democracy is not uncomfortably similar to one of those prehistoric monsters with a body as long as this room and a brain the size of a pin: he lies there in his comfortable primeval mud and pays little attention to his environment; he is slow to wrath - in fact, you practically have to whack his tail off to make him aware that his interests are being disturbed; but, once he grasps this, he lays about him with such blind determination that he not only destroys his adversary but largely wrecks his native habitat. You wonder whether it would not have been wiser for him to have taken a little more interest in what was going on at an earlier date and to have seen whether he could have prevented some of these situations from arising instead of proceeding from an undiscriminating indifference to a holy wrath equally undiscriminating.

If I was in Hollywood and I got bitten by a zombie, I would want to stay a zombie and then take down as many people as I could,

Ubi saeva indignatio ulterius cor lacerare nequit

Hatred and anger aren't rational

Just because you know I had no other choice doesn't make the anger go away. I understand that. But you're a man now. You can put away these childish things

He ought to have his safety glasses on, but he was too mad and it felt too good to be tearing at something

Step hated feeling such rage toward the person he loved most. And it wasn't the yearning love of young romance, but rather the kind of love that made her feel like part of his own self, so that he couldn't imagine a future without her beside him. To be so savagely angry at her was terrible

The only nice thing I can wish him is an early death

Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream/Afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams

I hope your car sails over two medians, clears all traffic, lands in a huge empty lot and bursts into flames like something out of fallback (Angry at Bob Greene for going 45 MPH in the fast lane and for making a pregnant girl miss her exit and have a miscarriage on the side of the road).

I hope the next time you pull a stunt like that, that you lose control of your car, it goes through 3 medians and bursts into flames far away from anybody else that may be on the road (still angry at Bob Greene).

You a motherfucker!

Ira furor brevis est.

Goddamn bitch set me up!

I hate everyone equally.

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.

I WOULD STAB YOU TO DEATH... BUT I CAN'T AFFORD TO TAKE THE 2 WEEKS OFF WORK!

No person is important enough to make me angry.

Screaming is bad for the voice, but it's good for the soul.

Rap music is just computerised crap. I listen to Top of the Pops and after three songs I feel like killing someone.