Margery Allingham Quotes

Grant me some wild expressions, Heavens, or I shall burst.

The urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever.

I've got a temper if I need it. Nothing wrong with losing your temper, if it's for the right reasons.

I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them. I am waiting for the exact perfect situationand then BOOM! I'll explode in a light show of feeling and emotion - a pinata stuffed with tender nuances and pent-up passions

It's like all those quiet people, when they do lose their tempers they lose them with a vengeance.

We must learn how to explode! Any disease is healthier than the one provoked by a hoarded rage.

As she had been walking from the ward to that room, she had felt such pure hatred that now she had no more rancor left in her heart. She had finally allowed her negative feelings to surface, feelings that had been repressed for years in her soul. She had actually FELT them, and they were no longer necessary, they could leave.

The passion you forbade my lips to utter Will not be silenced. You must hear it in The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter: And when the tempest nears, with wail and din, I know your calm forgetfulness is broken, And to your heart you whisper, "He has spoken."

One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.

Anger is a passion, so it makes people feel alive and makes them feel they matter and are in charge of their lives. So people often need to renew their anger a long time after the cause of it has died, because it is a protection against helplessness and emptiness just like howling in the night. And it makes them feel less vulnerable for a little while.

Once I got past my anger toward my mother, I began to excel in volleyball and modeling.

Witty, brooding, contemplative, explosive: take your pick.

The higher the stakes, the greater the temptation to lose your temper.

I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

And I say to my heart: rave on.

The most violent, mean and malignant passions of the human breast, the Furies of private interest.

My good hoe as it bites the ground revenges my wrongs, and I have less lust to bite my enemies. In the smoothing the rough hillocks, I smooth my temper.

Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!

And the wicked thing is, that when we're really upset, we always take it out on the people who are closest and whom we love the most.

There's nothing on my mind that couldn't be expressed by a long insane outburst of hysterical rage.

The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves.

A man in a passion, rides a mad horse.

The rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively,but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.

Then when I saw Pain attack Hinata, I was so mad, so full of rage, I let the Nine-Tails take over without even thinking about it.

Repressed anger becomes a temporary madness. Something happens which is beyond your control. If you could have controlled, you would have controlled it still -- but suddenly it was overflowing. Suddenly it was beyond you. You couldn't do anything, you felt helpless -- and it came out. Such a person may not be angry, but he moves and lives in anger.