Intense Anger Quotes

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

I hate the ground that man walks on.

Okay, well, I guess I'm still a kid. Because when I get really angry and fired up and I feel like my back is up against the wall, I will say vicious things.

To me, 'rant' was ranting and raving. So to me, it's heightened. emotional flipping out, frothing at the mouth. Where I grew up, that was a rant. I don't consider what I'm doing ranting.

Mix an anorexic body with a heart made of pure fire and you are going to go with a savagery that's hard to explain.

Run down the list of those who felt intense anger at something: the most famous, the most unfortunate, the most hated, the most whatever: Where is all that now? Smoke, dust, legend...or not even a legend. Think of all the examples. And how trivial the things we want so passionately are.

The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

[Harrier] locked eyes with Zanattar. He couldn't remember another time in his life when he'd been this angry and hadn't hit something.

Harry," she said quietly, "I know you must be angry." I burn things to ash and smash holes in buildings when I'm angry," I said. "I'm a couple of steps past that point right now.

But instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known.

So help me, I won’t rest until I bathe in your entrails! (Apollymi)

I hate yoga so much. Like, if yoga was a person, I'd stab them.

I don't want to give a cool appraisal of Jeremy Irons. I just want to boil him in oil.

Really? If I could hate my trainer? That would be ideal. I'd prefer to despise this person with the fire of ten thousand suns. So when I walk - nay, crawl - out of here at the end of my workouts, I want to lull myself to sleep by picturing my very talented and inspirational trainer getting hit by a bus. A bus that I am driving.

In this manner, I continued with Satan for ten days. His answer and blasphemy were too shocking to pen; till I was worn out with rage and malice against him, I could not bear myself.

His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.

I just want real reactions. I want people to laugh from the gut, be sad from the gut - or get angry from the gut.

I loved you!" he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. "I loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up.

I get angry very fast, and it's intense. I start breathing heavily, and don't like it.

I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.

Hell hath no fury like a committee chairman whose jurisdiction is being challenged.

My spleen burst. I remember feeling my heart beating really fast. Beating right out of my chest.

So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent, And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore, Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent, So mortall was their malice and so sore, Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore.

Tell him I hate him to his guts and the marrow of his bones!