Quotes About Anger

current Muslim memories and anger about the Crusades are a twentieth-century creation, prompted in part by 'post-World War I British and French imperialism and post-World War II creation of the state of Israel.

Everybody kind of perceives me as being angry. It's not anger, it's motivation.

Words can calm people, can make them them fall in love, can whip them up into a frenzy, can turn them into killers.

Getting angry is easy. But to get angry with the right person, in the right way, for the right reasons…that is not easy.

My anger, being futile, flares in the wrong places and at the wrong times.

Realizing that their parents can't tolerate anger, sadness, or pain, they learn to ignore and deny those feelings, according to Alice Miller, author of The Drama of the Gifted Child. Expressing these emotions means risking Mom's love or making Dad sick. The emotions become enemies, and are numbed or feared.

Adults who were victims of emotional abuse must learn to trust their feelings. Feelings provide us with an immense amount of wisdom and information. Uncomfortable feelings that may have been dangerous to express in our original families are no longer dangerous. We have a right to be angry when someone offends us. Our fear protects us and even our pain helps us grow. For example, fear helps us know when we are in danger.

it was the nature of war to ruin the earth and to separate people, to keep their fates unknown to the ones who loved them, and to fill the minds of the living with various kinds of fear, regret, shame, and anger, and deprive them of all but the most fleeting moments of peace.

I took one breath and realized I could be angry a bit later if I wanted to be angry. There would always be time for that. There was no rush. I could resist the reflex. And so I did.

Anger is like hands over your eyes when another person is trying to show you.

Some people use their own hurt as an excuse for hurting others, or for soaking in self-pity, or for a sharp anger that knifes up through the surface whenever something reminds them of what happened long ago.

A fair portion of my anger had returned, but alongside it ran the memory of those few seconds on the yoga mat in the death pose. I felt as if I had been shown a kind of essential secret, something so subtle and quiet and small(and yet so important)that I could gone my entire adult life and never even imagined such a thing existed.

I was angry at her, so angry — there is no greater weakness than to be in love with someone, to be at the mercy of it.

He observed Morel with a cameraman's cold, professional stare, trying to decide why he found the man so French; he decided that it was a certain dark cheerfulness, a mixture of anger and irony, the voice and its drawling Parisian accent, and the line of the mouth which somehow always seemed to call for a Gauloise bleue.

A woman you love, yes, of course. But sometimes one loves a woman... with anger, as though she were a means of possessing the world. Or a musical instrument on which to play loud martial music...

I was angry at myself for my inclination to vice. I longed for the day when a state of frenzy would lead my mind to sober pasture, just as it had for Saint Augustine. I longed for the day when the love of one woman would be sacred enough to forget all the rest.

Shock, confusion, fear, anger, grief, and defiance. On Sept. 11 2001, and for the three days following the worst terrorist attack on U.S. soil, President George W. Bush led with raw emotion that reflected the public's whipsawing stages of acceptance.

Habla cuando estés furioso y harás el mejor discurso que tengas que lamentar.

PROVERBS 15:1 | A gentle answer deflects anger, but harsh words make tempers flare.

We must preach about both God's anger at injustice and God's faithfulness, which comes from God's grace. Sadly, some preachers never talk about sin, because that topic leaves people unhappy and uncomfortable.

Anger is only one letter short of danger.

Well this suck hairy goat balls

So many women keep their anger inside and let it build until they explode and then people blow them off again.

He despised his body for its boring hungers, reflex anger; its petty, obliterating rage. But now he'd become detached. He regarded his body with a tender regret. It was the thing his spirit had to haul.