Inspirational Quotes Anger Novels & Stories

Thoughts of their despair and anguish fueled the fire within him, urging him to embrace the darkness that threatened to consume him. But even in the depths of his anger, a voice of reason echoed within his soul. It reminded him of the person he had always strived to be, the person who valued justice and compassion. It whispered to him the importance of rising above vengeance, of finding solace in forgiveness rather than perpetuating the cycle of pain. Slowly, with great effort, Darren drew a deep breath and exhaled, willing himself to calm the storm raging within him. He fought against the desire to let the anger dictate his actions, recognizing that revenge would only perpetuate the pain an

One of dad's quotes rang in my head. Never attack with a hot head. Instead, take a swim if you need to. Slowly but surely, I heaved in and out. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. That was the routine till I could feel my anger dissipating. By the time I was done, the crowd had scattered, leaving upturned chairs tables about. Some had been broken and snapped into pieces too. The only people left were the guards keeping the Gayle family under supervision and Diana and the elders. They all looked distraught but that was none of my concerns.

I held the edge of the counter and said. The bar attender poured a glass of water and pushed it in front of me and said, "When people pass away, some people are sad and refuse to face reality by trying to blame themselves. This won't bring the dead ones back to life." I said in a decisive voice, "I'm not sad. I'm angry. I want to do something to stop more people's lives being taken away." "Anger leads to bad judgment, young lady. Why don't you drink some Kool-Aid so you can calm down a bit?" He pointed at the glass of water and said in a deep, sage-like voice.

Killian said simply. Margot nodded. She closed her notebook. She looked at me with her dark, precise eyes. "How are you holding up?" I thought about it honestly. "I'm very angry," I said. "Which is an improvement." Margot's mouth curved. "Good," she said. "Anger is a fuel. Self-pity is a brake. The difference will matter in that interview room." She left. Killian and I were alone in the meeting room with the late light coming through the windows and the empty glasses on the table and the residue of an afternoon that had changed the shape of everything.

Every time I lost my temper and got angry, the feeling of fire and flames started in my heart and came from it. “Kalama, don’t use your anger, it will not help you access your genuine gift.” Masi cautioned. “Ok, no anger.” I answered Masi through our mind link. If not anger, what then? I couldn’t think of any other way to access it. I was getting frustrated with myself when I remembered the conversation I had with Finn in the street after I left the Bistro a couple of days ago. It all seemed so long ago with all that has happened and is still happening.

My jaw ticked like a malfunctioning clock, and a brutal wave of fury began rising on the edges of my vision, begging to destroy everything in its wake, including those who continue to doubt me I drew in a breath to calm myself. That anger would get me nowhere, it would only distract me from the main problem. Right now, I need to put my emotions in check so I can be effective and that's not going to work if I let my anger get in my way “They won't" I growled at him in warning. “We have seven days till they make their move. We will hit them with everything we have. No one has ever survived my wrath, Alberto. There won't be any exceptions ever. No fùcking exceptions. When I say I will destroy a

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.

There was no way I was letting this golden opportunity slide. Out of anger, she tried to ignore him and take my hand so we could get going, but I resisted immediately. Not so fast, bitch. Where the fuck do you think you’re running off to? I said in my mind. At that moment, I turned to a motivational speaker. I managed to convince her to pour all that anger she felt on the guy because there was no way her ex-boyfriend who broke up with her for no solid reason could walk into the same restaurant she was in with another woman, and she’d stay calm about it and want to walk away like a coward. She had to show him what she’s made of. Show him she wasn’t a gum he could just chew and spit you out wh

"This cannot be happening to me." The words pass through my head. When people say things like never do anything in anger because you will regret it, listen to them, because they are always right. The realization that I shouldn't have done what I did while blinded by anger is so annoying that I feel like hitting my head against a rock a few times before digging a hole for myself and then burying myself in it. I am calm most of the time — that chill, slow-to-anger kind of girl that no one thinks has a malicious bone in her body. I am that kind of girl. I can't even hurt a fly for crying out loud, so why did today have to be so different?

"Obviously there is something wrong with being angry." "Why?" His question is cracked like a whip and my legs scoot together automatically, throwing me off, sending a lick of fire up my back. "Anger festers. It's ugly." "It can be empowering, too, if you use it correctly." Years of therapy and no one has ever spoken to me like this. In concrete facts. In personal opinions that actually sound like he knows what's going on inside of me. Instead of just being paid to pretend. "Do you?" I murmur, wetting my lips. "Use your anger correctly?"