Quotes About Anger

A heart filled with anger has no room for love.

Maharajji told me, 'Give up anger and I'll help you.' I found that love freed me back into the ocean of love and my righteous anger didn't do that. And I would rather be free than right.

God is never angry for His sake, only for ours.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

Conned any other women out of their valuables lately ?" she says quietly, so quietly that only he will hear it. "Nope. I've been too busy stealing handbags and seducing the vulnerable." Her head shoots up and his eyes lock on hers. He is, she sees with some shock, as furious as she is.

She doesn't know what to say. She feels quietly furious with him, while conscious that she has no right to be. What has he ever promised her, after all?

I was so furious, you see, that all around me were things that could move and bend and grow and reproduce, and my son- my vital, charismatic, beautiful boy- was just this thing. Immobile, wilted, bloodied, suffering.

Alice had discovered how, for a woman at least, it was much easier to feel anger on behalf of someone you cared about, to access that cold burn, to want to make someone suffer if they had hurt someone you loved.

and mumbled angrily against the windows. Outside

Under his breath, he repeated the words of Xenophon: "Anger undermines effective communication with your horse.

Because something else had changed too, something fundamental. Alice had discovered how, for a woman at least, it was much easier to feel anger on behalf of someone you cared about, to access that cold burn, to want to make someone suffer if they had hurt someone you loved. Alice, it turned out, was no longer afraid.

When they told me in the hospital that Will would live, I walked outside into my garden and I raged. I raged at God, at nature, at whatever fate had brought our family to such depths. I was so furious, you see, that all around me were things that could move and bend and grow and reproduce, and my son - my vital, charismatic, beautiful boy - was just this thing. Immobile, wilted, bloodied, suffering. Their beauty seemed like an obscenity.

She swore loudly and slammed the rig into reverse, steering it round the garage,

Alice had discovered how, for a woman at least, it was much easier to feel anger on behalf of someone you cared about, to access that cold burn, to want to make someone suffer if they had hurt someone you loved. Alice, it turned out, was no longer afraid.

You shitbag,' I yelled. 'I'm going to kick your stupid marathon-running shins so hard you're going to think 157th was actually a good result.

I guess lyrically they're similar because they're talking about escaping the kind of misery that likes company. 'The Last One Alive ' for me, is very simple. It's just about alienation, really, that causes anger.

Humans have a need for compassion, but they also have a lot of anger, envy, frustration, and resentment, all the enemies of compassion.

Standing close to each other, intimately close, blind to anyone else, their world reduced for the moment to this self-enclosed space of anger and resentment and shame.

Yelling at her wasn't going to solve anything—Dad's yelling at me never ever solved a problem. We drove in silence for four or five miles. "Who gave you the cigarettes?

I forgive nothing. If you stole my orange crayon in the fifth grade, you're still on my hit list, buddy.

Yea, God is a great deal more angry with great numbers that are now on earth, yea, doubtless, with many that are now in this congregation, that, it may be, are at ease and quiet, than he is with many of those that are now in the flames of hell. So

they have done nothing in the least to appease or abate that anger, neither is God in the least bound by any promise to hold 'em up one moment; the devil is waiting for them, hell is gaping for them, the flames gather and flash about them, and would fain lay hold on them and swallow them up; the fire pent up in their own hearts is struggling to break out; and they have no interest in any Mediator, there are no means within reach that can be any security to them.

however you may have reformed your life in many things, and may have had religious affections, and may keep up a form of religion in your families and closets, and in the house of God, and may be strict in it), you are thus in the hands of an angry God; 'tis nothing but his mere pleasure that keeps you from being this moment swallowed up in everlasting destruction. However

Resolved, never to suffer the least motions of anger to irrational beings.