Inspirational Quotes Anger Novels & Stories

The first drag hit my lungs hard, burning in that familiar way that said maybe I’d finally calm the fuck down. I didn’t. I kept smoking, dragging hard and fast like the faster I inhaled, the quicker I’d exhale the anger. But that’s not how it works. Anger isn’t air—it’s glue. It sticks to your ribs, lines your throat, clogs everything up till all you can do is growl and curse and smoke until there’s nothing left but a filthy filter and a filthy mood. “I’m not a fucking ATM,” I muttered to no one. “Not a goddamn piggy bank. I’m not even a son to him anymore, and now he shows up like it’s some Sunday dinner reunion? Miss me with that bullshit.”

"Dr. Patel says anger is part of the healing process. That I need to let myself feel it instead of pushing it down." "She's right." "I know she's right. But being angry all the time is exhausting." Luca looked at Dante. "Sometimes I'm angry at you for still being here. For not giving up on me. It would be easier if you had." "Easier how?" "I could hate you completely. No confusion, no mixed feelings, just clean simple hatred." Luca's voice was bitter. "But you keep being decent. You keep respecting my boundaries and giving me space and burning ownership papers. You keep making it hard to hate you."

“It's not that simple. I can't just act like I’m okay, when I’m not.” “I’m not asking you to forget. I’m asking you not to let the anger and hatred consume you,” His hands softened on my palm, his eyes drifted and a glint of regret flashed before it disappeared again. “I’ve been where you are right now. Angry. Filled with rage. Ready to burn the world and myself in the process.” “I’m not going to burn myself…” “Look baby. All I’m saying is, I won't just sit back and let you sabotage yourself or let you lose that spark that makes you, you.”

“You heard me correctly. Until you quit being a fuvking slut, Hannah!” I have never felt so much anger. The resentment builds in me, crawls up my throat and lodges, making me vibrate. I glare at him and the knot holding my sense of reasoning intact goes loose. Throwing whatever caution I have to the wind, I snap his hand off me and I face him leveledly.

It was a test, a reflection of everything I had feared, everything I had felt powerless against. She continued to speak, her words like a whisper carried on the wind. “You must not let anger guide you. You cannot allow your pack, your friends, or yourself to be consumed by the idea that someone meant to hurt you directly. You are stronger than that. You are responsible for your choices, not the accidents that have befallen the world around you.”

he shoots back huskily, for Lillianna’s benefit, because we both know I’ve already won this argument. "Sit down, the pair of you. You've come in here yipping and anxious. It gives the goat indigestion." So I sit, and give it to her straight, because that’s the only currency she takes. "We want to find her." "No." "You haven't even let me finish talking." "I've heard it out of every fool who ever lost somebody to something bigger than him. Anger is making you brave and stupid. Even more than usual, I should add."

What happened was very unfortunate, but no one could have predicted it, so I don't blame them, and in my heart, I know even Jarek wouldn't blame them. "This isn't time to let our emotions cloud our minds; we need to think with a very clear mind." Placing my hands on the table, I flatten them on the surface, sensing the energies in the room. "I can tell most of you are angry and want revenge, and trust me, we will get one very soon. So, hold on to your anger because soon, you will get a chance to unleash that fire that is burning inside you. But now it is not the time..." Shaking my head, I again meet everyone's gaze.

"Not gonna bring them shit darlin'. You were right when you said we wouldn't need to know the details. But you can't keep this shit bottled up forever. It will drive you insane." "Pot, meet kettle." I mumble but he hears me and blesses me with a small smirk. "Guess you're right." He says then lays flat on his back with his eyes closed and hands behind his head. "Know what I've learned though?" He doesn't wait for me to answer before he continues speaking. "I've learned that you have to use all the shit that makes your skin craw, all the anger and resentment you feel, the horrible feeling of being helpless, use it all to make you stronger. It's the only way to get past all that shit."

Fortunately, she did not have an emotional breakdown and flip out as she did that day. Trying to inspire her, Kisa said, "That's right, Ms. Mullen. Didn't you want to seek revenge on that person? How can you take revenge when you don't even have the courage to stand up? That person hurt you so deeply; don't expect him to have the conscience to come back to see you. What's the use of feeling resentment and anger? The anger will only force you into a dead-end. That's why you should be brave. Stand up for yourself and find that man. Then, end your nearly twenty-year grudge so that you won't have any regrets. Am I right?" Sure enough, Kisa's words evoked a reaction out of Vivian. Vivian's grip o

"Anger. You're angry at the world. And you're angry at criminals. So they're going to face your wrath. That is the way you want to deliver justice? " "I... just... feel... ". The rest never came out. "Anger is a motivator", her instructor said. "And with enough motivation, anyone can achieve a lot". Narrator's POV The City, Outside the Brothel Stanninf breathed, saying a short prayer. She looked at the waitress who had her eyes closed. Suddenly, she burst the car door open. Immediately she came out, she landed a shot to one's head. She sent another into his companions chest.