Seanan McGuire Quotes

I drew the curtains to conceal the sight of my father's farewell; my spite was sharp as broken glass.

Andrew hated to see her humiliated and pathetic like this; but he half hated her too for landing herself in it, when any idiot could have seen.

Some people would rather dig fresh graves than heal old wounds.

Hatred corrodes the container it’s carried in.

I will never forgive Joe for that awful operation he had performed on Rosemary. It is the only thing I have ever felt bitter toward him about.

An angry people cannot create anything that is not imbued with anger.

I go to bed angry every night, and I get up angrier every morning.

A song is about heartbreak - but what are the constituent feelings? What are the aspects? There is anger, there is guilt, there are all these different things. I guess putting those voices into dialogue together just felt real.

I've had it with being nice, understanding, fair and hopeful. I feel like being negative all day. The chip on my shoulder could sink the QE2. I've got an attitude problem and nobody better get in my way...I'm in a bad mood and the whole stupid little world is gonna pay!

Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings worse than your abandonment.

Never shall I recollect the occasion he gave me of displeasure, without feeling it renewed.

At best, the natural good-nature is edged with complaint or has changed into sullenness and gloom. And now and then it blazes forth in veiled but hot anger.

I hated it. I hated this. I hated feeling so terrible because of someone else.

Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

You're so consumed with how much you get, you waste your time with hate and regret.

I grow old on my bitterness.

Sadness is very close to hate.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

The bad blood rose in me, just like wine.

My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.

And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.

Too often I am jealous and my jealousy leads me to say things-things-that I regret.

I may never let go of my wrath, my anger, but I will always have the last laugh.