Funny Quotes Anger Novels & Stories

I talk right over him, my voice getting louder and more angry. “You know what, Jasper? This new low of playing with people’s feelings is really disgusting behavior. Like, really disgusting. Even for you, this is too much.” I point my finger at him, feeling my anger building up inside me. “You’re going to end up a sad, lonely man in the future if you keep treating people like this. Nobody is going to want to be with someone who thinks it’s funny to mess with their emotions.”

“If I tell them to go then you have to agree to takes your jeans off too.” “No!” I sprang away from him immediately. “Alright then, I won't tell them to do anything.” “You are being a pain in the ass right now.” I beamed. It only made my anger worse. “Why are you being so difficult?” I couldn't help but ask him. “Because it's more fun this way. Humor helps with the pain.” “Your pain sure is picky.” I said, sarcastically. “Yes it is.” He replied me like it was an ordinary observation.

‘A time will come when everything good in you will be stolen away and burned to ashes, nothing you do will stop it,’ she’d sometimes add but her favorite quote was always, ‘You’re living in a bubble my darling and when it’s time to pop it, I’ll be there with fired dynamite to make it explode. “Asshole,” I whispered silently, closing my eyes and trying to get her the fuck out of my head. “Asshole,” I muttered a bit louder, feeling an insane anger rising in my chest, my fists clenching to breaking point, and my mind losing all sense of cautiousness. “Asshole!” I eventually gave in and screamed, gripping both sides of the rotting log that had become a home to so many things and doing all I coul

She smiles, pouring the tea. - You is it normally an angry person or do you bottle it up? I roll my eyes. "I don't get bogged down, and I don't like to be angry. Doesn't get people to nowhere but in trouble. "Did your father teach you that?" I shake my head. - No. I I learned by myself.— “Anger is a perfectly fine emotion. normal to feel, but you have to feel it. O traffic jam won't help your wolf get out,” Claire says. “I don't bottle,” I laugh.

He yelled. And I pointed the gun to his chest, “The next time you call you an asshole, I'll pull the trigger” he knew I wasn't joking. “I am not in my best mood, so neither you nor these men should annoy me” He pushed the gun off his chest before he murmured, “Asshole. I've told you to learn to control your fucking anger if you want to remain in position. Do not let your anger make you do stuff you didn't plan to do. Like killing your only friend”

she mocked; apparently, this cruel, heartless joke had added fuel to the fire that was already starting in me and really made my anger boil like a pot left unattended on the stove. A rush of fury swept like a tempest into my veins, turning every ounce of anger into a living breathing thing that devoured me whole-body and soul. Zara's cold, undercutting laughter resonated across the line, hurling more fuel into the fire of my rage while sending blood coursing through my veins in blazing and relentless intensity. She said, "Kpim kpim kpim," and that sound of mockery still dances in my ears as she ended the call, leaving me boiling and bubbling in impotent fury.

“…and you still let it go.” “I was blinded by anger,” I admitted quietly before taking a long drink. “Exactly!” Quinn suddenly yelled from nowhere. “Anger is dangerous! One time I got angry and shaved one eyebrow by mistake!” Dessa stared at him. “…What?” “I thought it would make me feel powerful,” Quinn explained sadly. “Boss,” Dessa ignored him immediately and pointed back at me, “Arlene was angry too.” She narrowed her eyes lazily. “So think carefully.” She poked my chest with her finger. “How did your anger disappear before?”

If I were to rush and say something stupid, i would be putting myself in serious trouble. "You see." Fransisca started off by snapping her fingers in my face. I gritted my teeth in anger and I was holding myself back from unleashing all my anger on her. I swear if I did that, then Fransisca would hate me for the rest of her life. I was the type of person who was slow to get angry, it would take a long while for you to actually get me angry but if you eventually succeeded in managing to piss me off, then I would be sure to make you regret it. That was the type of person I was and Fransisca had done well in angering me, all that was left was for me to release it all on her. I swear it would no

And before I knew it, laughter bubbled inside of me and I let it go. It had been quite a while since someone's miserable life ignited humor in me, and it felt good to laugh at him, at his stupidity. With a swipe of my fingers, I hit his hands off my shirt, getting up from the squatting position I was in. "I don't get your anger Cian. At all." "You fucking..." "Save your breath for what's to come." I cut him off wiping my neck and chest with the handkerchief. "Although you should be mad at yourself for being a world-class bastard. "

I yelled feeling worked up. "I have told you to watch how you speak to me Anna. I might be a nice person but that doesn't mean you'll spit out whatever you wish"he said angrily and I flinched. His eyes expressed anger. He was angry about such a little issue. "Why are you angry? I was only joking" "Joking. You're making it look like I'm a bad person or am Interested in you."he yelled again. "There's no need to be angry be guy"