Upset Quotes

“It took me years to figure out that upset was upset, and tumultuousness was not the same thing as passion. Love isn't drama.”
― Deb Caletti, The Secret Life of Prince Charming

“Bitter people are not interested in what you say, but what you hide.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“If the context is lost and merely bits and pieces remain from a scattered existence, only the connection of anchor points may reinstate a distorted mental balance in an upset life story. ("Lost the global story." )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“The things that mattered
Were broken and shattered
One by one”
― Jonny Lang

“He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.”
― Nina LaCour, Hold Still

“Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit.
Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.
What is anything in life compared to peace of soul?”
― Francis de Sales

“The business of philosophy is to teach man to live in uncertainty... not to reassure him, but to upset him.”
― Lev Shestov, All Things are Possible

“If someone is really close with you, your getting upset or them getting upset is okay, and they don’t change because of it. It’s just part of the relationship. It happens. You deal with it.”
― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

“The most upsetting thing about Society’s attitude towards disabled people is that many millions of disabled people became disabled while trying to please Society, the very same bitch that secretly regards them as subhuman.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“I hate that about guys. At least girls have the decency to be fake and pretend everything’s okay when shit gets weird. Whenever guys get upset, they get all angry and scary”
― Lauren Barnholdt, The Thing About the Truth

“The apex of mathematical achievement occurs when two or more fields which were thought to be entirely unrelated turn out to be closely intertwined. Mathematicians have never decided whether they should feel excited or upset by such events.”
― Gian-Carlo Rota, Indiscrete Thoughts

“He was so very large and male, and excessively male creatures always discomposed her.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“Do you always try to upset the world as much as possible?" Clare asked.

He gave her a surprised look. "Of course. Otherwise how does anything change?”
― Sam Starbuck, The Dead Isle

“There must be some people for whom difficult behaviour wasn't a reason to end their relationship with you. if they liked you...they were prepared to maintain contact, even if you were sad, upset or behaving in very challenging ways.”
― Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

“I stalked into the moonlit garden and lost myself in its labyrinth of hedges and flower beds.

I didn't care where I was going. After a while, I paused in the rose garden. The moonlight stained the red petals a deep purple and cast a silvery sheen on the white blooms.

'My father had this garden planted for my mother,' Tamlin said from behind me. I didn't bother to face him. I dug my nails into my palms as he stopped by my side. 'It was a mating present.'

I stared the flowers without seeing anything. The flowers I'd painted on the table at home were probably crumbling or gone by now. Nesta might have even scraped them off.

My nails pricked the skin of my palms. Tamlin providing for them or no, glamouring their memories or no, I'd been... erased from their lives. Forgotten. I'd let him erase me. He'd offered me paints and the space and time to practice; he'd shown me pools of starlight; he'd saved my life like some kind of feral knight in a legend, and I'd gulped it down like faerie wine.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“It was an hour until the day concluded, and he couldn't wait for the sun to go down and the day to turn to night. He wanted to drown in it.”
― Hannah Nicole Maehrer, Assistant to the Villain

“If you have become upset by something, let this be a prompt to check on whether your expectations are realistic and helpful regarding the situation or others involved.”
― Steve Peters

“My fingers stung and ached, but I still held on to the rose as I said, 'I don't know why I feel so tremendously ashamed of myself for leaving them. Why it feels so selfish and horrible to paint. I shouldn't- shouldn't feel that way, should I? I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it.' The rose hung limply from my fingers. 'All those years, what I did for them... And they didn't try to stop you from taking me.' There it was, the giant pain that cracked me in two if I thought about it too long. 'I don't know why I expected them to- why I believed that the puca's illusion was real that night. I don't know why I bother still thinking about it. Or still caring.' He was silent long enough that I added. 'Compared to you- to your borders and magic being weakened- I suppose my self-pity is absurd.'

'If it grieves you,' he said, the words caressing my bones, 'then I don't think it's absurd at all.'

'Why?' A flat question and I chucked the rose into the bushes.

He took my hands. His callused fingers, strong and sturdy, were gentle as he lifted my bleeding hand to his mouth and kissed my palm. As if that were answer enough.

His lips were smooth against my skin, his breath warm, and my knees buckled as he lifted my other hand to his mouth and kissed it, too. Kissed it carefully- in a way that made heat begin pounding in my core, between my legs.

When he withdrew, my blood shone on his mouth. I glanced at my hands, which he still held, and found the wounds gone. I looked at his face again, at his gilded mask, the tanness of his skin, the red of his blood-covered lips as he murmured. 'Don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.' He stepped closer, releasing one of my hands to tuck the rose I'd plucked behind my ear. I didn't know how it had gotten into his hand, or where the thorns had gone.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Are you all right?' he said as he scooped me into his arms to fly us to another location.

I nestled into his warmth, savouring it. 'The fact that it was so easy, that I felt so little, upsets me more than the encounter itself.'

Perhaps that had been my problem all along. Why I hadn't dared take that final step at Starfall. I was guilty that I didn't feel awful, not truly. Not for wanting him.

A few mighty flaps had us soaring up through the trees and sailing low over the forest, rain slicing into my face.

'I knew things were bad,' Rhysand said with quiet rage, barely audible over the freezing bite of the wind and rain, 'but I thought Lucien, at least, would have stepped in.'

'I thought so, too,' I said, my voice smaller than I intended.

He squeezed me gently, and I blinked at him through the rain. For once, his eyes were on me, not the landscape below. 'You look good with wings,' he said, and kissed my brow.

Even the rain stopped feeling so cold.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“She was worried about it too. She was upset because I wasn't talking to her about it. She was upset because I'd promised her one life, and given her another.”
― Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

“When the… incident is brought up, it causes a conflict of drives and memories within me that draw upon disproportionate computational power. It endangers the efficiency of my processes,’ [explained Uncharles].

‘That is the longest-winded way of saying it upsets you that I ever heard,’ the Wonk noted.”
― Adrian Tchaikovsky, Service Model

“Friendship is when they realise you’re upset before you do.”
― Sarvesh Jain

“If my mind is busy thinking about things like how someone hurt or upset me and how I can protect myself or get back at them, I’m too busy in my head to enjoy the present moment.”
― Ankush Jain, Sweet Sharing: Rediscovering the REAL You

“Knowing what I know about the political system, it does appear President Trump upset a lot of people in politics.”
― Steven Magee

“Amren had entirely given up on her. The debate about sending her up here had been different- Nesta knew that debate had been out of a desire to help her. She could acknowledge that now.

This debate had been out of hatred and fear of her.

The tiled rooftops became clear. Her legs were shaking. She didn't feel them.

Didn't feel anything but that molten rage as the stairs suddenly stopped and she found herself before a door.

It opened before her fingers could touch the handle. Sunlight flooded the stairwell, revealing cobblestones beyond.

Rage rippling like a storm around her, Nesta stepped back into Velaris at last.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I suppose that loudmouthed bastard told you more than was necessary.'

'You voted against me,' she said, her cold voice belying the crack in her chest.

'You have done nothing to prove you are able to handle such a terrible power,' Amren said with equal iciness. 'On that barge, you told me as much when you walked away from any attempt at mastering it. I offered to teach you more, and you walked away.'

'I walked away because you chose my sister.' Just as Elain had done. Amren had been her friend, her ally, and yet in the end, it hadn't mattered one bit. She'd picked Feyre.

'I didn't choose anyone, you stupid girl,' Amren snapped. 'I told you that Feyre had requested you and I work together again, and you somehow twist that into me siding with her?' Nesta said nothing. 'I told them to leave you alone for months. I refused to speak about you with them. And then the moment I realised my behaviour was not helping you, that maybe your sister was right, I somehow betrayed you?'

Nesta shook. 'You know how I feel about Feyre.'

'Yes, poor Nesta, with a younger sister who loves her so dearly she's willing to do anything to get her help.'

Nesta blocked out the memory of Tamlin in his beast form, how she had wanted to rip him limb from limb. She was no better than him, in the end. 'Feyre doesn't have me.' She didn't deserve Feyre's love. Just as Tamlin hadn't.

Amren barked out a laugh. 'That you believe Feyre doesn't only proves you're unworthy of your power. Anyone that willingly blind cannot be trusted. You would be a walking nightmare with those weapons.'

'It's different now.' The words rang hollow. Was it any different? Was she any different that she'd been this summer, when she and Amren had fought on the barge, and Amren's utter disappointment in her failure to be anything had surfaced at last?

Amren smiled, as if she knew that, too. 'You can train as hard as you want, fuck Cassian as often as you want, but it isn't going to fix what's broken if you don't start reflecting.'

'Don't preach at me.. You-' She pointed at Amren, and could have sworn the female stepped out of the line of fire. Just as Tamlin had done. As if Amren also remembered that the last time Nesta had pointed at an enemy, it had ended with his severed head in her hands. A joyless laugh broke from her. 'You think I'd mark you with a death-promise?'

'You nearly did with Tamlin the other day.' So Cassian had told them all about that, too. 'But I'll say to you again what I said on that barge. I think you have powers that you still do not understand, respect, or control.'

'How dare you assume you know what is best for me?'

When Amren didn't answer, Nesta hissed, 'You were my friend.'

Amren's teeth flashed. 'Was I? I don't think you know what that word means.'

Her chest ached, as if that invisible fist had punched her once again. Steps thudded beyond the shattered door, and she braced for Cassian to come roaring in-

But it was Feyre.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“You told me to get over myself, remember? So why the fuck would you care if I'm upset?' I fold my arms across my chest, choosing anger over lust.

'I told you that you'd have to develop a stomach for killing. I never said you'd get over it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“What is wrong with me?' I shake my head, my hands clenching into fists. 'Any other rider would be thrilled.' Even now, I feel the power simmering just beneath my skin.

'You've never been like any other rider.' He moves closer but doesn't touch me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You want an apology because I disciplined you? Absolutely...not!”
― Steven Magee

“Dreamt of you again last night. We were spooning, your arms tight around me. I could feel your breath on my neck, your hand on my hip. Your thoughts in my head. Your soul in my body. Love ripping through me all night like a storm. Desperate heartache ever since. Been telling everyone at the restaurant I have allergies to explain the tears.

...

Miss you like the earth misses rain.”
― Jandy Nelson, When the World Tips Over