Quotes About Anger

Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion, or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

He said I wanted revenge, but if I wanted revenge I would've just broken his heart.

just as readily as it is by the positives. THE SEVEN MAJOR NEGATIVE EMOTIONS The emotion of anger (quick and transitory) The emotion of fear (prominent and easily discernible) The emotion of greed (subtle and persistent) The emotion of jealousy (impulsive and spasmodic) The emotion of revenge (subtle and quiet) The emotion of hatred (subtle and persistent) The emotion of superstition (subtle and slow)

A king, angry at his son, swore that he would crush him with a large stone.

If your anger decreases with time, you did injustice; if it increases, you suffered injustice.

They fought about politics. Angelica's husband has ironclad ideas and doesn't like them to be questioned.' 'If they were really ironclad he wouldn't mind discussing them. If he gets that angry, it means his ideas are more like cheese than iron.' (Happiness, As Such)

When we are moved primarily by fear, sooner or later we precipitate the very calamity we dread. If we fear condemnation, we behave in ways that ultimately elicit disapproval. If we fear anger, eventually we make people angry.

The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of men.

Be it sin or no, I hate the man!

In short, there has seldom been seen so depressed and sad a figure as this young girl's; and it was hardly possible to help being angry with her, from mere despair of doing anything for her comfort.

Robinson's fierce quest for spiritual purity had been tempered by the realization that little was to be gained by arrogance and anger.

You may think I'm crazy, but I don't feel like I've done anything wrong. He deserved to die, so I've decided to pretend that he just went off somewhere instead of coming home tonight.

All the men I did get to know, every single man of them, has filled me with but one desire: to lift my hand and bring it smashing down on his face.

He was going to die, and he was seriously annoyed about that.

I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I...I...I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I... don't remember where...Left parietal lobe. I...I...I can't remember my name,but...but...Right temporal...but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here... Right occipital.I'm still...Right parietal. I'm...Cerebellum. I'm...Thalamus. I...Hypothalamus. I...Hippocampus...Medulla........................

Anger is only our friend when we know its caliber and how to aim it.

Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you. I understand.

Sometimes, Lev, I just want to smack you. You already hit him with a car.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

Whoever invented the spork should be killed.

Here, it seemed muscle wasn't made of flesh and blood, it was made of will and anger.

She points to the door. Leave! No. So she picks up a hairbrush and throws it at him. It beans him on the head and ricochets to the wall, where it wedges behind the TV. Ow! He grabs his head, grimacing. That hurt! Good, it was supposed to.

I wanted to take everything I was feeling, put it in a cannon and aim it at him.

It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.