Josh Holloway Quotes

I have a hell-fire temper.

I don't usually lose my temper, but if I get angry, it's true - I'm scary.

I have never looked at a child and been so angry that I flipped out.

I get mad quick and and go off at the handle quick.

I have a temper on me that could hold back tides.

I don't know, in view of the situation and the act going where it was going, I don't know, the rage did go all over the place. It went to everybody in the room.

In general I was a good kid. It usually took a lot to make me mad. But once I reached the boiling point, I lost all rational control. Totally without thinking, when my anger was aroused, I grabbed the nearest brick, rock, or stick to bash someone. It was as if I had no conscious will in the matter.

I was a pretty angry kid, and I got into military history largely as a way to vent my own anger. As I got older it narrowed down to a more specific focus on individual violence. I'm just trying to understand where it came from.

I could always throw stuff, starting with tantrums.

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.

I had trouble with my temper all the way through the minor leagues.

I don't know if I ever really get mad in real life.

I am mean; I'm nasty at times. I don't feel like talking to people at times. When I am in a bad mood and have had a really awful day, don't come in my face because I am not tolerant and I am not a goddess; I can't handle it after a point. I am going to get up, and I am going to scream, and I am going to say bad things to you.

I have a raging temper. I'll shout and scream, then it passes like a wicked storm.

Rage can be so common it turns ambient.

This is my Achilles heel. If some Internet technician is on the phone with me and he's being irrational and incompetent and stupid, I get really mad and I can sort of feel my blood pressure going up.

I used to be angry all the time and at everybody. I would get really violent.

No flipping tables over any more for me.

I can't fully rule out that I lose my temper sometimes.

I have a bit of a temper.

Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.

I am not made of steel. Rage. I...am made... of RAGE!!!!

I kept a straight face while my inner Neanderthal spluttered and then went on a mental rampage through a hypothetical produce section, knocking over shelves and spattering fruit everywhere in sheer frustration, screaming, 'JUST TELL ME WHOSE SKULL TO CRACK WITH MY CLUB, DAMMIT!

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

When Marx got into a difficult position he would get angry and losing a game would cause him to fly into a rage.