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| Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love . . . | George Eliot | The Mill on the Floss |  |
Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding. | William Shakespeare | Coriolanus | |
| "How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me." | Charles Dickens | The Mystery of Edwin Drood | |
| "If I dropped a tear upon your hand, may it wither it up! If I spoke a gentle word in your hearing, may it deafen you! If I touched you with my lips, may the touch be poison to you! A curse upon this roof that gave me shelter! Sorrow and shame upon your head! Ruin upon all belonging to you!" | Charles Dickens | Dombey and Son | |
| When angry, count four; when very angry, swear. | Mark Twain | The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson | |
| Yet if he upbraided her in his hurry, it was to repent bitterly his temper the next instant, and to feel its effects more than she, temper being a weapon that we hold by the blade. | James M. Barrie | The Little Minister | |
| "You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer. Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman." | Charles Dickens | A Tale of Two Cities | |
| Mrs. Varden was a lady of what is commonly called an uncertain temper--a phrase which being interpreted signifies a temper tolerably certain to make everybody more or less uncomfortable. | Charles Dickens | Barnaby Rudge | |
| "Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd." | William Congreve | The Mourning Bride | |
| "There is no wealth," she went on, turning paler as she watched him, while her eyes grew yet more lustrous in their earnestness, "that could buy these words of me, and the meaning that belongs to them. Once cast away as idle breath, no wealth or power can bring them back. I mean them; I have weighed them; and I will be true to what I undertake." | Charles Dickens | Dombey and Son | |
| With a fierce action of her hand, as if she sprinkled hatred on the ground, and with it devoted those who were standing there to destruction, she looked up once at the black sky, and strode out into the wild night. | Charles Dickens | Dombey and Son | |
| "The object of our lives is won. Henceforth let us wear it silently. My lips are closed upon the past from this hour. I forgive you your part in to-morrow's wickedness. May God forgive my own!" | Charles Dickens | Dombey and Son | |
| The Professor snorted like an angry buffalo. "You really touch the limit," said he. "You enlarge my view of the possible. Cerebral paresis! Mental inertia! Wonderful!" | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Lost World | |
| " . . . treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies." | Emily Bronte | Wuthering Heights | |
| "Holy men? Holy cabbages! Holy bean-pods! What do they do but live and suck in sustenance and grow fat? If that be holiness, I could show you hogs in this forest who are fit to head the calendar. Think you it was for such a life that this good arm was fixed upon my shoulder, or that head placed upon your neck? There is work in the world, man, and it is not by hiding behind stone walls that we shall do it." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The White Company | |
| "By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!" | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The White Company | |
| My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine. | Mary Shelley | Frankenstein | |
| ". . . from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee." | Herman Melville | Moby Dick | |
| " . . . tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me." | Charles Dickens | A Tale of Two Cities | |
| The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, screamed "Off with her head!" | Lewis Carroll | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | |
