Wes Anderson Quotes

It takes me a long time to lose my temper, but once lost I could not find it with a dog.

That's very funny," says Peeta. Suddenly he lashes out at the glass in Haymitch's hand. It shatters on the floor, sending the bloodred liquid running toward the back of the train. "Only not to us.

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.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

Being angry is like picking up a knife with no handle: it is self-harming.

If you yell at your box, I'm not really sure it's something where it should be a penalty. It seems like you hurt yourself.

I do not want to get hit in the face for real. I'll get mad.

Delly lost her temper at Peeta over how he treated you. She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse with a fork repeatedly.

It was the kind of talk that made me want to break off a limb and take to whacking her and that bunch of hypocrites across the back of the head.

When I stub my toe it's like I pressed a button that plays all the curse words I know.

Scott, if your life had a face, I would punch it. I would punch your life in the face.

Shirley's gonna be pissed," Gazarra said. "She hates when I get shot." To my recollection, the only other time Gazarra was shot was when he was playing quick draw in the police station elevator and his gun accidentally discharged. The bullet ricocheted off the elevator wall and lodged in Gazarra's right buttock.

Do you know what you’ve done?” I asked in a bland tone. Annette gave me an inquiring look. “You’ve gotten on my last nerve.” The table went crashing into her before she could blink, and then my fist found a home in her perfectly arranged hair.

One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like an infantile retard.

I see those picketers, and I think you know, if I weren't a loving, non-violent, spiritual person, I would really go over there and grab those signs and smash them over their heads and shove them up their asses. But...I'm a loving, spiritual person.

Violence among all people is based on dissatisfaction, frustration and crushed ambition and people who don't know who to strike at and who to blame, and not willing to blame themselves.

Anger is brief madness

Spikes, " he sighed. "Heads. Walls.

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

Whenever anger comes up, take out a mirror and look at yourself. When you are angry, you are not very beautiful.

Seriously, I don't need a gun. I'm easily annoyed. I would shoot people in my house that I invited over.

so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists

I was going to thrash them within an inch of their lives, but I didn't have a tape measure.

Destroy yourself, if you don't know!