Michael Leunig Quotes

Yeah, I have animosity, a chip on my shoulder. But I love, too.

Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.

I don't mind a little Sturm und Drang. When I was doing 'Riding in Cars With Boys,' I wouldn't smile at anybody, because my character, Bev, was angry at the world. I'm the opposite. Inside my head I'd be like, God, I'll explain to you at the end of shooting that I'm not this person.

I obviously irritate people. I obviously antagonise them.

Indignation is a submission of our thoughts, but not of our desires.

I can't stand confrontation, which maybe is a character flaw. But having said that, I do feel like when I do get upset - which is rare, as my husband and family would say - I have a hard time letting go.

I'm always angry. I wake up angry. There is a lot to be angry about. Anger is a positive energy.

Sometimes, I have played something that psychologically sticks with me, that's opposite of where I am. I guess I have a lot of anger in me.

If you don't like it you can kiss my quiver

There is another man within me that's angry with me.

In them was not the savage blankness of the reptile species. Instead there was something far worse - burning, unquenchable rage mixed with the self-mocking irony of great intelligence.

In my life why do I smile at people I'd rather kick in the eye?

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

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

I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

I feel anger and I feel understanding. It's a difficult position to be in.

Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that made her feel confused about herself. It also made her feel a little stronger.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed - or worse, expelled. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.

I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.

I wanted to run after him, but remembered that it is ridiculous to run after one's wife's lover in one's socks; and I did not wish to be ridiculous but terrible.

Mental wounds not healing, who and what's to blame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.

Revenge has a way of corroding you, the revenger. You know it doesn't heal you.