The thing I remember most about having a tantrum is not the rage during the tantrum, but the being freaked out afterwards, and embarrassed, and guilty. It's scary to lose control of yourself.
Tantrums are not bad behavior. Tantrums are an expression of emotion that became too much for the child to bear. No punishment is required. What your child needs is compassion and safe, loving arms to unload in.
I could always throw stuff, starting with tantrums.
We used to say that he who threw the biggest tantrum won the day.
I react very badly when mediocrity throws a tantrum of entitlement.
My childhood was marked by seizures, which my family interpreted as temper tantrums.
I'm a very soft-spoken person. I don't throw furniture. I don't throw tantrums.
Tantrums are seldom about the thing they appear to be about.
There's not one cast member of 90210 who didn't throw a tantrum to two themselves.
God is a freaking character, with enough foibles, tantrums, and paradoxical behaviors to supply a thousand screenplays. But who do you cast?
A little tantrum in real life seems so much bigger online.
As a kid, I'd go into the bathroom when I was having a tantrum. I'd be in the bathroom crying, studying myself in the mirror. I was preparing for future roles.
I never have tantrums. If anything makes me mad, I'm silent. If I'm not talking, leave me alone.
Silence speaks so much louder than screaming tantrums. Never give anyone an excuse to say that you're crazy.
TV happens. And once it's happened, it's gone. When it's gone, you move on, no tears, no tantrums, no videotape.
What happens when you're a child professional is that you have to be, well, professional. You're taught not to have tantrums, to always people-please.
There were bickerings, outright fights, screaming tantrums, but Ted's vision of the Greater Denishawn had come true.
That's one of the great advantages of age. You can say, I don't want to, I don't care, you can throw temper tantrums, and nobody minds.
The tantrums of cloth-headed celluloid idols are deemed fit for grown-up conversation, while silence settles over such a truly important matter as food.
She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.
I used to have terrible tantrums. I was temperamental when I was younger. Actually, what I needed was a swift kick in the pants. What a brat!
