Quotes About Anger

If you really feel hatred for someone, and kind of send it their way, then it's out of your system and in their hands. I always think it's therapeutic.

A little too much anger, too often or at the wrong time, can destroy more than you would ever imagine.

People who feel any sort of regret where you are concerned will suppose you are angry, and they will see anger in what you do, even if you're just quietly going about a life of your own choosing. They will make you doubt yourself, which, depending on cases, can be a severe distraction and a waste of time. This is a thing I wish I had understood much earlier than I did.

My point in mentioning this is only to say that people who feel any sort of regret where you are concerned will suppose you are angry, and they will see anger in what you do, even if you're just quietly going about a life of your own choosing. They make you doubt yourself, which, depending on cases, can be a severe distraction and a waste of time. This is a thing I wish I had understood much earlier than I did.

A little too much anger, too often or at the wrong time, can destroy more than you would ever imagine. Above all, mind what you say. "Behold how much wood is kindled by how small a fire, and the tongue is a fire"—that's the truth.

She was afraid to be angry and that made her angry.

Anger and self-righteousness combined with cynicism about the world as he or she sees it are the marks of the ideologue. There is always an element of nostalgia, too, because the ideologue is confident that he or she is moved by a special loyalty to a natural order, or to a good and normative past, which others defy or betray.

I say this because there was a seriousness about her that seemed almost like a kind of anger. As though she might say, I came here from whatever unspeakable distance and from whatever unimaginable otherness just to oblige your prayers. Now say something with a little meaning in it.

The wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God, according to the epistle of James. But we have lived for years with the raucous influence of self-declared Christians who are clearly convinced that their wrath and God's righteousness are one and the same.

I know it'll be all right, but it makes me mad.

Glory had rehearsed angry outbursts in anticipation of his arrival. She began to hope he would come so she could tell him exactly what she thought.

Una punta di rabbia di troppo, troppo spesso o al momento sbagliato, può distruggere più di quanto potresti mai immaginare. Soprattutto, bada a quello che dici. Vedete un piccolo fuoco quale grande foresta può incendiare! Anche la lingua è un fuoco: ecco la verità.

A little too much anger, too often or at the wrong time, can destroy more than you would ever imagine. Above

but if there was one thing I should have learned from them and did not learn, it was to control my temper. This is wisdom I should have attained a long time ago. Even now, when a flutter of my pulse makes me think of final things, I find myself losing my temper, because a drawer sticks or because I've misplaced my glasses.

Never show anger at slight, tell nothing. Earn respect from everyone by deeds, not Words. Respect the members of your Blood Family. Gambling was Recreation, not a way to earn a Living. Love your Father, your Mother, your Sister but beware of Loving any other Woman than your Wife. And a Wife was a woman who bore your Children. And once that happened to You, your Life was Forfeit to give them their daily bread

The fact of the matter is that I wanted to hold a grudge in some funny kind of way.Against everybody.

The Don considered a use of threats the most foolish kind of exposure; the unleashing of anger without forethought as the most dangerous indulgence. No one had ever heard the Don utter a naked threat, no one had ever seen him in an uncontrollable rage. It was unthinkable.

The Don considered a use of threats the most foolish kind of exposure; the unleashing of anger without forethought as the most dangerous indulgence.

Let me go further. If my son is struck by a bolt of lightning I will blame some of the people here.

Michael stood up and yelled, "You lousy bastard, he's my father. I'm not supposed to help him? I can help. I don't have to go out and kill people but I can help. Stop treating me like a kid brother.

Their curses were not aimed at any definite target: they swore at such abstractions as God, the Officers, the Mothers of Others, with more music than meaning.

Nunca digas que amas a alguien si nunca has visto su ira, sus malos hábitos, sus creencias absurdas y sus contradicciones. Todos pueden amar una puesta de sol y la alegría, solo algunos son capaces de amar el caos y la decadencia.

and felt a little stabbing impulse to kick the squire on his backside as he left the room.

Ouch! What are you doing, Karl, you broke my skull!