Funny Quotes Anger Novels & Stories

I answered, imagining what the date would be like already. Very conversational. Ryan stood up, as he pecked my lips. "Will be here by 6pm. Meanwhile, do you have any tips on how to not get angry?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Anger is something that comes unexpectedly. But controlling one's anger is a skill few have. The breathing exercise has seemed to help. A little stroll or exercise away from people that trigger your anger can help. And always remember not to justify your anger, just let it go.”He blew out a breath, as he embraced me.

I gritted my teeth. "Pervert! Why are you always stopping the serious topic with this nonsense words of yours?!" I said frustrated. He chuckled with his taunting eyes. He is really annoying! "Well...you're funny when you are angry," he said and wiped his lips with the table napkin. "What?!" I said almost punching him! Is he making fun of me?! "You look like an angry dog when you are mad," he said playfully. My cheeks heated up and I couldn't help it anymore. I stood up from my seat and get the pillow near my bed and then with no inhibition I hit his head with the pillow.

she muttered lowly as she avoided making eye contact with Angie who was almost burying her with her eyes. “mind your business ” Soberth said as she moved closer to Angie who moved away from her immediately. “Yuck, you peed on yourself. So classless” Angie said as she covered her nose with her hands. “Fuck you, At least I didn’t faint out of fear” she replied angrily as she glared at Angie who laughed at her in mockery. “Fainting is better than peeing myself “Angie replied which made Soberth make way to the stairs, but she stopped on her track.

“F*ck-“ but Aimie didn’t finish what she was going to say because Anton cut in. “You, having lost your memory, you suddenly became rude.” “I’ve been rude since birth, bro. I’m born this way.” Angelo said with pride. “What do you mean born this way. Even if you’re a gaga, you’re not the famous singer in Hollywood.” Angelo shouted in annoyance at what he heard. The frog just told him he was a gaga. Can’t he see that he’s intelligent and as well as handsome, “You should look at the mirror, you freaking frog. You’re crazy!”

I don't intend to sound as heated as I do, but I'm sick and tired of the same old misconceptions about me. “If I have learned anything, it's the ones that loudly proclaim something are usually the ones that are lying.” He says the words with a hint of humor in his voice, and I wonder if he would really think it tactful to be joking about something so disgusting and serious. I want to fire back with some comment about how at least his father has someone in his life that doesn't let him down, but instead of letting that anger take over, I inhale a deep breath and slowly let it escape while going through my internal calming process.

Therefore, he lost his temper and he blurted out immediately, “Are you seriously uneducated?! How can you possibly use such foul language!” Marcus was so annoyed at this time that he felt as though he wanted to die. When he saw the angry expression on the van driver’s face, he burst out recklessly, “D*mn it! Don’t you admit that you are just a pathetic jerk? Who the f*ck do you think you are to talk to me in this manner? Do you believe that I can get someone to take your pathetic life with just a single phone call?! No one would call about a pathetic jerk like you even if you were to die today!”

"Are you out of your mind? How can anyone forget their own name!" "If I was out of my mind, I wouldn't have passed the selection process at the agency where I work. Forgetting is humane, Sir." "You—" "Sir, are you always angry like this? My Mommy said that the wrinkles on the face of a person who is often angry will increase very quickly. Do you want to grow old before your time?" "You!!! How dare you say that!" "I'm just telling you what my Mommy said, so you can be on guard and not be surprised if you get wrinkles on your face soon."

His tone changed to disbelief, questioning her statement. He unconsciously pouted. "I couldn't be happy to meet her?" It was like a grunt. And he responded with laughter. Anna could hear it clearly through her phone. "You're laughing again," she pointed out, the annoyance showing not only on her lips but all over her face. "Really, what made you do that? Am I really that funny to you?" Laughter was still heard. But slowly, it reduced. "No offense, Ann. That's me. I find you funny, and that's a good thing. I mean, laughter is better than anger or crying, right?"

Someone's about to lose their cool, and I bet it's this bald fucker. I can see the anger rising in him, his face turning bright red. “Don't you dare say it,” he growls, trying to shut me up, but it's too late. I can't help myself. With a grin, I blurt out: “Bald bean head!” The guy's face shifts from shock to fury in an instant, his eyes bulging.

“You’re an ass.” “Fine, we went to the same college. We hang out together, and last month was the only time we did. You know…” “Stay the fuck out of my way. Tell your bitch too, if by any chance one of you scumbags dares to try to make this job a percent uncomfortable for me, I will squeeze your organs, pull them out, and feed them to the dogs.” "Whoa," he chuckled. She hated it whenever he turns every situation into a joke. "You always look cute when angry."