Outburst Quotes

“Called her a whore and attacked her walls, tearing down her posters and throwing her books everywhere. I found out because some whitegirl ran up and said, Excuse me, but your stupid roommate is going insane, and I had to bolt upstairs and put him in a headlock.”
― Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“I'm too weak to be as angry as I should be. I'd end up destroying myself completely if I were, evaporating oceans and burning forests. I'll just bury it under layers of solidifying lava that is the result of small outbursts that I couldn't help but release when the energy at my core became too much to bear.”
― Moonshine Noire

“I'm turning off; rebelling against rebellion.”
― Hanif Kureishi

“I believe that the one thing that has come out of this -- extraordinary -- meeting this morning is an awareness that we have, perhaps, been careless about the critical relationship between human and pegasus, careless in our resignation that no better bond than what we are accustomed to can exist. The king agrees with you that his daughter and Lrrianay's son suggest a different way. But the king's view, and indeed hope, for that way is diametrically opposed to your own. Bring what the histories can tell us both, and the councils will decide whose concept of the way forward has more merit.
The king is prepared to consider the possibility that your outburst arose from a dedication to the well-being of our country too profound for restraint; but he is only barely prepared so to consider it. You may leave us. Now.”
― Robin McKinley, Pegasus

“It’s not really outstanding when you’re standing out
Outcry is the only outburst,if you can’t shout”
― Munia Khan

“Could you people stop trying to come up with novel ways to kill me for just ONE HOUR? Or maybe the rest of the night? I would SO like that. Just the rest of the night. Just sit down. Just stop doing anything. Sit down and wait sensibly. Earth, water, air, fire - you're running out of elements here!”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Captain Vorpatril's Alliance

“Altering our distressing emotions is an uphill battle. When you experience undesirable emotional outburst, try to alter the thought behind.”
― Assegid Habtewold, The 9 Cardinal Building Blocks: For continued success in leadership

“You might be willing to get on your knees for Hybern, but I certainly am not.'

He exploded.

Furniture splintered and went flying, windows cracked and shattered.

And this time, I did not shield myself.

The worktable slammed into me, throwing me against the bookshelf, and every place where flesh and bone met wood barked and ached.

My knees slammed into the carpeted floor, and Tamlin was instantly in front of me, hands shaking-

The doors burst open.

'What have you done,' Lucien breathed, and Tamlin's face was the picture of devastation as Lucien shoved him aside. He let Lucien shove him aside and help me stand.

Something wet and warm slid down my cheek- blood, from the scent of it.

'Let's get you cleaned up,' Lucien said, an arm around my shoulders as he eased me from the room. I barely heard him over the ringing in my ears, the slight spinning to the world.

The sentries- Bron and Hart, two of Tamlin's favourite lord-warriors among them- were gaping, attention torn between the wrecked study and my face.

With good reason. As Lucien led me past a gilded hall mirror, I beheld what had drawn such horror. My eyes were glassy, my face pallid- save for the scratch just beneath my cheekbone, perhaps two inches long and leaking blood.

Little scratches peppered my neck, my hands. But I willed that cleansing, healing power- that of the High Lord of Dawn- to keep from seeking them out. From smoothing them away.

'Feyre,' Tamlin breathed from behind us.

I halted, aware of every eye that watched. 'I'm fine,' I whispered. 'I'm sorry.' I wiped at the blood dribbling down my cheek. 'I'm fine,' I told him again.

No one, not even Tamlin, looked convinced.

And if I could have painted that moment, I would have named it A Portrait in Snares and Baiting.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I self-tested myself, and my IQ is 33. That means I’m entitled to special treatment, I can get away with saying things that a normal person couldn’t, and I’m allowed to have public outbursts and tantrums and people have to tolerate it and even compliment me to calm me down.”
― Jarod Kintz, A Memoir of Memories and Memes