Quotes About Anger

I wonder if holiness is not the ability to apply one's anger in quietly working against systemic evil, taking care not to draw undue attention to oneself. But human anger can never be as simply and essentially righteous as God's anger; in us, even well-placed anger all too easily becomes mean and self-serving. It can cause us to lose both our focus and our balance.

What makes me angry? The education of children. How in God's name can you expect to have a functioning society the way we teach our kids?

The little girl's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she bore the angry expression unique to babies who had just been wrenched from the sanctuary of warmth and nourishment where they had spent the previous nine blissful months.

that regret, the anger – well, it's like holding your breath. It ends up suffocating you. I had to let it go.

let's not look back in anger, or forward in fear, but around in awareness. —James Thurber

Virginia, forgive me. I didn't mean to be so rude. It's just my cycle coming on. Once a month I get very irrational and angry, and I want to pick a fight with anyone who comes near me.

Without healthy avenues to process loss, people fragment their experiences, neglect their real stories, numb out, and try to cope on their own, which often results in anger, depression, and anxiety.

The great thing about celebrity culture is that they can't seem to stop themselves from displaying their ridiculous behaviour. I feel it's my job as a serious investigative journalist to witness all kinds of behaviour and then report back to the audience through the prism of my own anger and bitterness.

I told myself that it took forty-two facial muscles to frown and only four to stretch out my arm and bitch-slap the witch.

I felt a new wave of irritation, squelched it as I kicked into scientist mode. First rule: block mind-set. Don't suspect, don't fear, don't hope for any outcome. Observe, weigh, measure, and record. Second rule: block emotion. Leave sorrow, pity, and outrage for later. Anger or grief can lead to error and misjudgment. Mistakes do your victim no good.

I have some road rage inside of me. Traffic, especially in L.A., is a pet peeve of mine.

Where did that incredibly short temper of yours go?!

Words are shallow troughs for the deep water of the mind and it is only the fierce, the living, the simple, the clear, the angry mind which can overflow the troughs and go out over the mud, and over the grass, bearing the light of the sun on it like an angry shield.

Why chose strife and anger if it will only take us further from our purpose? Happiness can be attained anywhere, not just in a place of beauty or freedom.

Out of all human emotions, none is more primitive, and has a longer lasting effect on the body, than hatred.

It would destroy the very meaning of a family unit if everyone with their separate ways over fleeting feelings of anger or impatience.

Lately, she found herself thinking about Brent a lot, and for the first time, feeling angry. Because she had been twelve years old and all she'd wanted was a safe place, and now she was twenty-five and she wanted the same thing, and life shouldn't be so fucking hard, you shouldn't have to give so fucking much.

He did not understand her. They were not the same. The garage, the trial, the old man with his head in his hands--his mother, struggling to breathe--those things were horrors. The mess under Layla's clothes was a game and he hated her for making a part of it, for ever coming near him.

For a long time I thought I could deal with my anger and hostility on my own. But I couldn't. I denied that it had affected me, and yet I was so frantic on the inside with other people: I needed to be constantly reassured.

it's like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

If you accept the unacceptable without being angry, then there is something wrong with you.

The problem is that no matter how good your intentions, eventually you want to kill someone yourself.

They're having a liaison!' the woman in the big hat said to her friend. 'They've found love in a jail cell...' 'There's no liaison!' I said angrily.

Monk made hairy fists of rage. "I'll wring their red necks for them. I'll twist their ears off, and make them eat them with onions." "Time enough for that later," fumed Pat, adding, "Let's bid our fond adieus, and be on our unmerry way.