Quotes About Anger

The nice thing about anger is that, as an emotion, it's strong enough to unplug me from the comedian's mind for a minute and just be a frustrated member of the citizenry.

From anger results delusion, from delusion results confusion of memory ...' Not only anger, but a scroll of other unhappy emotions can fog your mind: fear, depression, self-pity, envy, grief, hatred, restlessness, anxiety.

Yes, maybe I would write a book someday. I had always possessed a certain facility with words; when I was very young, my brother teased me so badly that one day I threw a knife at him. —No, said my mother.—Use your words. I did. I told him how selfish he was, how he was tearing our family apart with his stubborn belligerence, how he was becoming everything he hated in our father and worse. —Okay, said my mother,—don't use your words.

We are rational creatures, Professor Jove explained; hope is irrational. We thus set ourselves up for one dispiriting fall after the next. Anger and depression are not diseases or dysfunctions or anomalies; they are perfectly rational responses to the myriad avoidable disappointments that begin in a thoroughly irrational hope.

While most activists could use a good dose of gentleness, I think most believers could use a good dose of holy anger.

Sometimes I was incredibly frustrated and angry, wondering how these extremes could exist in the same world, let alone in the same church. Sometimes I just got cynical. That was the easiest thing to feel, as cynicism takes very little energy.

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna

It was my jewelry!" Briar shouted after his father because he'd forgotten to ask what was stolen.

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

Go back to your wife....you man whore!" Shouted the old woman, raising her walker for another strike.

We who are like senseless children shrink from suffering, but love its causes. We hurt ourselves; our pain is self-inflicted! Why should others be the object of our anger?

good works gathered in a thousand ages, such as deeds of generosity, or offerings to the blissful ones, a single flash of anger shatters them.

I'm generally quite an angry person, and I like to channel my anger toward something creative.

Mama once told Gary to put his anger in a pot and let it simmer.

I guess I figured out I was different a little at a time. Since I never had trouble thinking or remembering, it actually sort of surprised me that I couldn't do stuff. And it made me angry.

and my job is to eat the whole car of my anger, part by part, some parts ground down to steel-dust.

In his gaze, rooms of the dead; halls of loss; fog- emerald; driven, dirty-rice snow: he was in there somewhere, I looked for him, and he gave me the gift, he let me in, knowing he would never once, in this world or in any other, have to do it again, and I saw him, not as he really was, I was still without the strength of anger, but I saw him see me, even now that dropping down into trust's affection in his gaze, and I held it, some seconds, quiet, and I said, Good-bye, and he said Good-bye

He shows no anger, I show no anger but in flashes of humor, all is courtesy and horror.

I don't know if I could do it, actually—aim my right hook at my mother's little glass jaw, and follow through, reckless to express myself

In me now there's a being of sheer hate, like an angel of hate.

a heart's spurt of rage.

I'd never do that." That slow, sizzling smile—like the path of a flame on a fuse—lifted his lips again. "I'd never get the chance to bring out your passionate side. When you're angry, you burn. You glow with an energy that crackles like lightning.

You're just afraid," I flung at him. "Of what would happen to you and your life at court if you were to carry Elisandra away. Of what your father would say. Of what Bryan would do to you." Now he, too, looked angry. "I am afraid of many things, but those are not the fears that keep me from action," he said. I turned my back on him. "Then I don't understand you," I said. I heard the door open. "No," he said, "and you never have.