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Answer hopelessness with a defiant smile and a raised middle finger.
Well-timed silence is the most commanding expression.
Have you applied to my company as I suggested?" I flush ... Of course not. "Um ... no." "And what's wrong with my company?" "Your company or your company?" I smirk. "Are you smirking at me, Miss Steele?
Lokeij whistled. "Make the king's warriors vanish if
they come ... what a deceitful turtledove you are."
Aly smiled at the sky. "Oh, don't,"she replied in the
tones of a flirtatious court lady. "Stop, I insist. Your
flattery makes me blush.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
From my new release, Cry for Me.
This is Bryen talking.
"Stop it, T! I knew; my God I predicted you would do this! Start blaming yourself for the sins of my sick brother. He's left a stench of rottenness from here to Illinois!
Unhappy is a nice word.
Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky
Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.
Oh, go to hell." But there wasn't any heat in the response.
"You're not supposed to smile when you say that.
Is there a reason why you seek every opportunity to annoy me?"
"It's fun. Your scar flashes when you frown. It almost looks like a dimple," said Vikram. "I'm still waiting for your face to turn red with anger. It might make you look like you're blushing. Or perhaps I am making you blush?
I have two. You'll answer them, and then we'll be all done with this subject.' 'Hardly, but go ahead.' Somewhere between being angry with me, then trying to seduce me, he settled on being amused. I would rather the anger.
There is a pause, while she turns the great pages of her volume of rage, and puts her finger on just the right word.
I won't marry you," she repeated.
"Why not? You were eager enough to fuck me."
Anna winced. "I do wish you would stop using that word."
Edward swung around and assumed a hideously sarcastic expression. "Would you prefer swive? Tup? Dance the buttock jig?
I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.
I don't like this," his brother told him as they walked down the stairs.
"You don't like anything. I've heard you complain about the air."
"It irritates me when it whistles.
Alessa looked at Brennus giving him a smirk.
"Brennus."
"Alessa."
"Still think that you are the God's gift to all faeries?"
"Still trying to convince yourself that I am not?" Brennus responded smirking arrogantly and leaning back in his chair.
If any man think it a small matter, or of mean concernment, to bridle his tongue, he is much mistaken; for it is a point to be silent when occasion requires, and better than to speak, though never so well.
If words suffice not, blows must follow.
With the grin of one who mistakenly thinks he's a wit when he's only half a one.
There was a kind of anger there, mixed with sadness.
Most thoughtful,"...[he said] politely. This cheerfulness was ambiguous, Had she determined to ignore ...[the] coup entirely--an established tactic, most irritating to the innovator but hard to sustain over long periods of time--or had she already evolved her counter-strategy?
I must react selectively, contrarily, arbitrarily, perversely, and always with intensity directly from the subject.
Breslin gives me his wise-teacher smile, which is kind and crinkly and would make me feel warm all over if I was dumber than a bag of hair.
me an annoyed frown.
She did not suddenly start being disagreeable this afternoon, she was so good at it, she had evidently practised whatever are the scales and arpeggios of rudeness every day of her life.
Take it!" he snarled, hurling the diamond necklace across the table at his opponent. "And may you rot in hell with it!"
"I should not dream of intruding upon you there," replied Mr Brundy, bowing deeply from the waist.
With an effort, the kind you use when confronting an unpleasant duty,
Hypocrite sneers.
Brambleclaw dipped his head. "The battle is won," he growled. "The clearing is ours. Do you concede or shall we fight for it again?"
Blackstar flashed a look of burning hatred over his shoulder. "Take it," he hissed. "It was never worth the blood that has been spilled here today.
Well," she said. "I'm frustrated."
"Don't make me angry-kiss you."
"Give me the laundry."
"Tempers rising, faces flushed ... This is how it happens.
Lugubrious and pretentious at the same time.
I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
My fault? How the hell is this"
I waved my arm across the table
my fault?"
"You know we don't believe in hell, so stop using that word in our presence," Bridie said.
"Fine. How in fucked-up fairyland is this my fault?
Caress your phrase tenderly; it will end by smiling at you.
I know it's hard, Peter," she'd said. "But if you could contain your erudition and ready wit for just a little while we'd be most grateful." "Am I allowed to be cheeky?" I'd asked. "No you're fucking not," said Seawoll. "I'm
Did you see the way she ran out of here? Like I had the plague or something."
"Who? The witch?"
"Aye."
"And this bothers you because ... "
"Well ... it's rude."
"Uh huh."
Brastias growled at his second in command. "Shut up.
I'm pissed like this rutting beast can't conceive - I'm a lifetime of pissed, of strong, of muscle built over bruise, I'm slick with power and feel the fight as it changes ...
As it flows ...
... Everything into place, perfect, and I finally do what I was born to do.
I slay.
It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy. It is not, however, the prerogative of freelance consultants who are late on their rent, so instead of saying something smart, I told the woman on the phone, Yes, ma'am. How can I help you today?
Convulsive anger storms at large; or pale
And silent, settles into full revenge.
like an angry diamond,
Anger should never be permitted to rise in our bosoms, and words suggested by angry feelings should never be permitted to pass our lips. 'A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger'.
A soft answer breaks the rage, a tough answer encourage the fury.
There is no more sovereign eloquence than the truth in indignation.
Ronnie snarled and Brendon roared back.
Her eyes narrowed. "You roared at me?"
"And I'll do it again if you can't keep your paws off my Oreos.
Rashly,
And praised be rashness for it
let us know,
Our indiscretion sometime serves us well
When our deep plots do pall, and that should learn us
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will
A temperate anger has virtue in it.
Surely silence can sometimes be the most eloquent reply.
Don't try it."
"What?"
"To win any battle when I set the terms."
She did not answer. She was struck by what the words made her feel; it was not an emotion, but a physical sensation of pleasure ...
You pout like a trout in a drought ... can't get out.
You want to scream, but fish can't shout.
good at.' Cressida turned and looked at Tilly.'Don't think that on Monday we will be instafriends because of this.' 'Totally. I actually really dislike you,' slurred Tilly,
You are envious, Biddy, and grudging. You are dissatisfied on account of my rise in fortune, and you can't help showing it.
Frustration, too evident in the cement clench of his jaw.
Distance, the ethereal detached from the flesh and bone.
Impatience, in the soft thrum of his heel as we sit in silence.
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Often silence is the most dignified response.
For both parties in a controversy, the most disagreeable way of retaliating is to be vexed and silent; for the aggressor usually regards the silence as a sign of contempt.
Politeness is the art of choosing among your thoughts.
Pummel me all you want," I say. "Pummel me to death, in fact. My answers will not change."
The Invierno step back, frowning. "You must love her very much," he says, not unkindly.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
I'm mad at your idiot coworker. Not you. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Why would you cheat on me?"
"Because you force me to use words like piqued," Alexander replied, deadpan.
Pull your shirt up over your mouth," he told Wylan.
"What?"
"Stop being dense. You're cuter when you're smart."
Wylan's cheeks went pink. He scowled and pulled his collar up.
Yeah, I only have three expressions. Blank. Pissed off. And polite boredom."
Young, Samantha (2012-06-19). Borrowed Ember (Fire Spirits Book 3) (Kindle Location 2035). . Kindle Edition.
Abstract anger is great for rhetorical carrying on. You can go on endlessly about the post office, but it doesn't mean you're mad at your mailman.
Indignation is often the best defense.
That meant when I wasn't happy about something, I spoke up, often directly and not always tactfully.
Without error there can be no brilliancy
When you frown,
it amuses your enemies.
When you sulk,
it gratifies your enemies.
When you cry,
it tickles your enemies.
When you smile,
it agitates them.
When you laugh,
it angers them.
When you glow,
it infuriates them.
Ugh!" She threw her hands in the air. "No? No? That's your favorite word, isn't it?
"It's a classic," he told her calmly, his composure only succeeding in making her more irate. "So much simpler than, say, 'ain't gonna happen' or 'not a chance in hell.
I detect the activist returning with a vengence.
Oh," said Tansy.
The monosyllable contained equal parts of surprise and disdain.
This was disapproval with a bite.
She has a sour expression on her face (surprise, surprise)
Sometimes, the most graceful way to handle something is to be decidedly ungraceful.
A woman springs a sudden reproach upon you which provokes a hot retort, and then she will presently ask you to apologize.
She forced herself to smile, and to say magniloquently:
You asked what you'd done to displease me and I told you: you're breathing. And in much too close a proximity to me. That displeases me. It's
time you depart my bed." Neferet sighed and flicked her fingers at him in dismissal. "Go. Now.
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
Too weary and dazed by unfinished sleep even to swear. There comes a degree of numbness in fatigue and exasperation which can be expressed only by a sullen silence.
Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.
genuine excitement
Let's get to what we came for," Vlad said, his brusque tone reminding Ian that he wasn't a fan of sightseeing.
Ian sighed. "Always straight to business. How you stand it, poppet, I'll never know, but I suspect that fiery tongue has something to do with it. [...]
And then it happens, the most dreaded response in the world, more terse than any word, more withholding than a "no," and strictly verboten for someone as in love with language and me as you claim to be.
You: "K
honestly--then dishonestly.
the reluctant curve of his smile,
Great happiness, and mingled therefor with bitter sorrow. It is not by enthusiasm but by tactics that we defeat a foe.
Uncle Bob answered, his tone brusque. "What have you got?"
"Besides great boobs?" I asked.
"On the case."
He was so testy.
tersely. Then the line
Suddenly, gentlemen of the jury, I felt a Dostoevskian grin dawning (through the very grimace that twisted my lips) like a distant and terrible sun.
Laurent flushed. The colour hit his
cheeks hard, and a muscle tightened in
his jaw as whatever he felt was forcibly
repressed. It was not like any reaction
that Damen had ever seen from him
before, and he couldn't resist pushing it a
little further.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
Eloquence which does not startle I don't consider eloquence. CICERO, LETTER TO BRUTUS, 48 B.C.
You - you insufferable - " "I give you credit for cleverness - " " - scurrilous, despicable - " " - but it is time you returned to where you belong." " - pompous, controlling ass." Unwisely, he smirked. "Now, now, my dear. Language.
A precise emotion seeks a precise expression.
To see an enemy humiliated gives a certain contentment, but this is jejune compared with the highly blent satisfaction of seeing him humiliated by your benevolent action of concession on his behalf. That is a sort of revenge which falls into the scale of virtue [ ... ]
Always speak politely to an enraged dragon.
Deceit with sternness, ignorance with pride,
You get irritated when I say I'm not angry and you get irritated when I say I am angry. I can't win."
"Because you just saying whatever you think will shut me up," he accused me.
"Aye, but it's not working."
"Argh!" was his response, and he charged on down the street.
Wrath what do you say"
"Fuck' came the reply
"Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer".
I'm a charming coward; I fight with words.
An insult angers me. Being ignored crushes me.