Gustave Flaubert Quotes

It doesn't take much to make me angry.

I was so furious I was actually dizzy with it. There were so many bitchy, sarcastic observations to make, I was having a sarcasm stroke. "My God! You people! You're - you're so stupid you're making my eyeballs throb. They're throbbing, dammit!

What the hell is wrong with him now?

Anger's not a good emotion.

I'm in a rage all of the time.

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

It's pointless to get all huffy about stuff.

It takes an awful lot to get me cross.

I was madder than a midget with a yo-yo

Why, what a temper you are in!

Anger is a brief lunacy.

It's normal at this point for the fear-anger syndrome to take over and make you want to hammer on that side plate with a chisel, to pound it off with a sledge if necessary. You think about it, and the more you think about it the more you're inclined to take the whole machine to a high bridge and drop it off. It's just outrageous that a tiny little slot of a screw can defeat you so totally.

I wasn't sure I could make it through another hour of his company without throwing my stapler at his head.

If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.

I think that you have to let yourself be agitated and annoyed and not be fully comfortable.

Annoyed?” said Sophie. “Why should I be annoyed? Someone only filled the castle with rotten aspic, and deafened everyone in Porthaven, and scared Calcifer to a cinder, and broke a few hundred hearts. Why should that annoy me?

It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.

It really drives me banana sangwich.

It’s just a mild disagreement, Papa. Remi has this whole need to breathe in and out, which annoys me. If he would just stop breathing, I’d be fine. (Aimee)

By-and-large, these are families that are just waiting to get out of here. They are frustrated; I would be, too. I get frustrated at the cash register counter when the paper runs out.

Well, excuuuuuse me!

I'm cranky.

I recognize a lot of the things I'm going through. Like, I lose my temper a lot and I become unhinged and kind of hysterical.

They look at someone like me, and I just really get up their nose. I really wind them up.

I seethe at the humiliation of airport security checks.