One day, I shall explode like an artillery shell and all my bits will be found on the writing table.
Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.
Pyrotechnically considered, [laughing] is the fire-works of the soul.
If you're not balanced, your mind's not balanced... my fuse went.
It's like all those quiet people, when they do lose their tempers they lose them with a vengeance.
He doesn’t anger easily. This is good. (Takeshi) Yes, I’m more of a simmer slowly until it boils over and ruins everything kind of man. (Acheron)
I'm a girl who has been tamping down her emotions and keeping them tightly guarded her whole life. And that works really well for me. [...] And now I felt like my shell had a dangerous crack in it. Without much more effort on his part, it would split wide open and my enormous river of emotions would gush out - the bad and the good. It was pretty much the scariest thing I'd ever thought of.
There's such a fierce intense fire burning inside of me, so much that it just wants to explode.
Allowing anger to seethe on the back burner will lead to a very large lid blowing off a very hot pot.
At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.
I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?
Anger causes anguish to the souls of all of those who experience the feeling as well as to those who are the recipients of this emotional explosion.
We have a tendency to put ourselves last, we concentrate on everything else; work, friends, family, home issues, but we ignore the deeper stuff until it becomes so compressed that it can explode.
Imagine two years worth of stuff that you've been holding on to and everything just keeps piling up to the point where the pot just overflows. You know what happens when a pot overflows? It hits the side of the pan and it hits the fire and the fire just explodes.
I felt like I was some kind of primitive spring-loaded machine, placed under far more tension than it had ever been built to sustain, about to blast apart at great danger to anyone standing nearby. I imagined my body parts flying off my torso in order to escape the volcanic core of unhappiness that had become: me.
Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.
I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them. I am waiting for the exact perfect situationand then BOOM! I'll explode in a light show of feeling and emotion - a pinata stuffed with tender nuances and pent-up passions
Most of the people I know who were raised to be accommodating or were raised to just be nice and put everybody's needs ahead of theirs, there comes a moment when the pressure builds and they can't do it anymore. They have needs and they feel neglected and they usually explode.
How lucky we are that we love each other so much that we burst into three pieces.
Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!
When something explosive is kept hidden away, a tension builds within that must ultimately be released.
When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us.
A single spark of occasion discharges the child of passions into a thousand crackers of desire.
Sometimes with anger you can be much more dangerous than with skill.
Holding a tear back makes them drain upward, higher and higher, until one day your head just explodes and you're left with a stub of a neck and nothing more.
