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Kishan kept his distance, but his come-hither eyes made my face burn.
The rage flared up in me so fast, so strong, that I actually forgot to slap him.
me an annoyed frown.
She glared at me. I didn't care. One word was playing a loop in my heaad: mine.
Gave him my best I'm-pissed-at-you face, but the jerk grinned back at me, showing off his dimples. Those two dents in his cheeks got to me every damned time I saw them.
If Black Stache laughed, you laughed. If he snarled, you snarled. If he breathed in your direction, you ran for cover.
Glowering like a dwarven god of vengeance.
Lucifer's implacable eyes inflamed, his pride rattled by a measly child.
She pouted her lips like a gun in my face.
Gabriel flashed him the one-fingered Mudra of Contempt.
I glared at him. I may not die now ... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.
Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.
I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry
I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart
God knows what its name was
that tears started to my eyes.
I acted my heart out.
I felt something stir within me. It took a moment to recognise it. Anger.
I raised my hands, trying to shush her.
"Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed.
Anger made for hasty decisions and rash words that sometimes were hard to take back.
Anger had arrived and it was riding a big furious don't-fuck-with-me horse.
Can't one love or hate", I broke out at him, "as long as that? Don't make any mistake. I'm just another of your jealous clients, I don't claim to be any different fro m the rest,but there's been a time-lag in my case.
Everyone in the room stared at me like they expected me to grow fangs and sparkle.
When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
Oft times, anger was all I had, my sole defining characteristic. It clung to me like an insecure girlfriend, and I put as little effort into sloughing it off.
A dingily bilious sun was seeping through a tent of black clouds. Passersby, spitefully elbowing elbows, were rushing along the pavement. People thronging the doorways of shops tried to pummel their way through and stuck fast, their faces flushed with spite and fury, their teeth bared.
Expressing anger is an art. The more grace you apply to it, the more effective it shall be.
frustration. He stalked off
I let the curtains fall back against the glass, effectively blocking the view of my nemesis standing there beneath the twinkle lights, looking way too hot in his charcoal-colored suit.
It would be so much easier to hate him if he didn't look so good. And I want to hate him; I really do.
A Smile is enough to cure your Anger...
I brandished my parasol at him like a rapier. You, sir, are an abominable scalawag of a man, and I'll be damned if I let you threaten me.
Now she was angry. SomeAngry-- Jane Austen
I stared at him, torn between wanting to laugh and to punch him in the face
stood still and stared at them. 'Why do you stand gaping there?' cried the dwarf, and his ashen-grey face became copper-red with rage. He was still cursing when a loud growling
Forneus glared at us from the driver's seat with eyes glowing with the promise of purple vengeance.
Wardrobe of Denial. Blanchie glanced
caused everyone to lookCaused-- Adam Rigby
Anger was a weapon to be honed and treasured and used only at the moment yielding most premium.
I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.
His eyes gleamed confidently and made him look ridiculously handsome and annoying at the same time
An angry look on the face is wholly against nature. If it be assumed frequently, beauty begins to perish, and in the end is quenched beyond rekindling.
Eric the Evil scowled. Well, hell. He was jealous of himself.
His eyes went to predatory mode, following my every movement. The gold flecks in his eyes gleamed.
I was going to have to burn him again. I could see it in his eyes.
Were-cats and their constant need to poke and bat at things.
Brigan spun around to face the man, swearing with as much as exasperation and fury as Fire had ever heard anyone swear. The man scuttled away in alarm.
Contempt and anger of his lip! A murderous guilt
Close your lips in anger, open in admiration
Galaxy, he hated them! He stopped himself, drew a firm breath...There was no use thinking hate...He had learned to bear in silence. He ought not forget what he had learned now. Of all times, not now.
Concealed anger is to be feared; but hatred openly manifested destroys its chance of revenge.
For pale and trembling anger rushes in
With faltering speech, and eyes that wildly stare,
Fierce as the tiger, madder than the seas,
Desperate and armed with more than human strength.
I saw myself exactly as he saw me.
And that made me angry.
He searched for words to poison the shaft of his disdain.
I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. It is good to brush your teeth when you are angry, because you brush harder and do a better job.
He was seething, drunk on his own magnificence
and shined the flashlight up
Vimes' glare ran from face to face, causing most of the squad to do an immediate impression of the Floorboard and Ceiling Inspectors Synchronised Observation Team.
Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his face Thrice chang'd with pale, ire, envie and despair, Which marrd his borrow'd visage, and betraid Him counterfet, if any eye beheld.
Looking at my smarmy grin, my hooded eyes, I thought, I would hate this guy.
A look I shall never forget, because it was almost one of hatred, and hatred in her face was like spite in the Virgen Mary's; it reversed the entire order of nature.
My pride had risen up and whopped me in the face. I don't lose my temper a lot, but when I do, I make a good job of it.
Cheeks flaming, I wanted to smack myself. Why had I said that? To piss him off orto make myself look like a total ho-bag? I'd accomplished a little of both.
My fury was lofty, pure, cool.
I was angry. I wanted blood in the dawn.
the full fury of his storming countenance with its rugged overhang of gullied forehead and huge crag of a humpbacked nose that came charging out of his face wrathfully like a Big Ten fullback.
In anger, you look ten years older.
Her eyes flashed, hot and angry, like lightening cutting through a red sunset.
Anger has become one of the trendiest emotions of all. In moderation it can be a righteous force for constructive change. But its hackneyed omnipresence means the vast majority of its outbreaks are trivial. The paucity of colorful obscenities is aggravated by an abundance of frivolous fury.
The look in his eyes was devastating, because I saw hatred swirling around in his pupils.
He gave me a tight, triumphant smile and walked away.
My anger got the best of me. "You're an immature idiot!"
"I could give a fuck, Shortcake," he threw back at me. "And you started it.
His hand shone dully in its light. No good for throttling eunuchs, but heavy enough to smash that slimy smile into a fine red ruin.
There is no sight so ugly as the human face in anger.
I flamed amazement
Anger is like hands over your eyes when another person is trying to show you.
It was a soulless gaze, burning with a wild hatred that shouldn't be there in anyone who could call themselves a parent.
I was pissed-off walking. Or rather pissed-off sitting, tangled in crimson silk sheets that smelled like somebody'd been having a sexathon.
That would be me.
And that made me even madder.
Primal anger sharpened in his gut, brimming with a territorial, possessive need. Not a need for her, but a need to portect
a male's duty and honor.
She stopped then and turned her face toward him and the hateful wind.
If the Ocean had a face to glare into, I would have shot Her a vicious look.
Anger was better than weeping.
I was an angry kid.
Anger is a loaded weapon, be careful where you point it."~
She hated him with the white hot passion of a thousand suns.
Almost immediately, his gaze flicked to Will and hardened into the dangerous, dead-eyed look. I saw myself through his eyes: dark hair, low-cut dress, with Will's arm around me.
"Oh, that temper." I said.
His eyes were jet-colored circles of perpetual disapproval.
Violet had approximately four hundred and seventy-three frowns in her repertoire, which ranged from "The Biscuits Went Flat" to "You're Being Dreadfully Annoying." Just now, still peeved with my brother, she wore "Don't You Use That Tone of Voice on Me.
hissed in frustration. 'I hate eidolons. I thought
He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.
I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.
I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from love, from the maddest love!
She wanted to smack the cocksure grin right off his face.
When they heard these words, they were furious and gnashed their teeth at him.
Anger, though concealed, is betrayed by the countenance. ?That anger is not warrantable which hath seen two suns.
Anger is like ice, and also quick to melt
Never anger made good guard for itself.
Angie gave me the glare -- the one that promised retribution, lameness, death, and worst of all, withholding of sexual favors, all with one look. With a look like that she could have made a good nun.
I could no longer look at him. I wished, in fact, for blindness.
Tongues were wagging. Aspersions were being cast like dandelion spores on hot gossipy winds.
Growled. Like a pissed-off wolf. No, like a whiny dog, I told myself firmly. One of those little yappy ones. Wolves kicked ass and Hunter didn't. He was a giant, fake asshole.
We were gasoline rushing for a lit match. We bared our teeth. Balled fists.
He wanted to roar like a lion on a cement floor. And bellow like a polar bear with yellow fur worn down to pink skin against the tiles of an enclosure in a zoo. The disgust must come. Let it drip down the walls. Scorch the ceiling black with hatred. Liberate rage.
Looked up from where he
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?
You stand before a god! Speak your eloquence for all posterity. Be Profound!"
"Profound ... huh." Temper was silent for a long moment, studying the cobbles of the alley mouth. And then he lifted his helmed head faced Shadowthrone, and said "Fuck off.
was just bad-tempered. I stayed