Quotes About Anger

Revenge is sweeter than life itself. So think fools.

Vengeance is sweet.

Not to be provoked is best; but if moved, never correct till the fume is spent; for every stroke our fury strikes is sure to hit ourselves at last.

Anger is only one letter short of danger.

More in sorrow than in anger.

A soft answer turneth away wrath.

A sense of humor is what makes you laugh at something that would make you mad if it happened to you.

The weakest and most timorous are the most revengeful and implacable.

Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks. Rage! Blow!

For thirty years now, in times of stress and strain, when something has me backed against the wall and I'm ready to do something really stupid with my anger, a sorrowful face appears in my mind and asks... "Problem or inconvenience?" I think of this as the Wollman Test of Reality. Life is lumpy. And a lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat, and a lump in the breast are not the same lump. One should learn the difference.

ja nalazim da je u pasjem zavijanju daleko manje zlo?e i okorelosti srca nego u pevanju ovih ljudi kad su pijani ili prosto poneseni svojim besom.

The veins stood out on her angry temples like wormcasts.

When you spend more time being angry, hurt, and upset about what happened, you pretty much barricade the door of what is possible.

Any spiritual healer on the planet would probably tell you that at the root of all cancer is a seed of anger. When anger festers, it promotes cancer

Take a few deep breaths. Ask your anger to speak to you. Write down the thoughts. Write about the feelings. When you are finished, forgive yourself for holding on to the anger for so long. Then, ask the Holy Spirit to transform the anger into a passion for life. Today I am devoted to healing unresolved and unexpressed anger!

Although frustrated and angry, I was determined not to give up on forgiveness or myself.

If that shit is a Hawaiian print, I'm going to kill you.

Dammit All To Hell and Back Again!

Die Wahrheit wird nicht im Zorn gesprochen. Die Wahrheit, wenn sie denn gesprochen wird, wird im Geist der Liebe gesprochen.

Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and bitch slap someone.

He cleared his throat and reminded himself that if you pissed Her Holiness off, they'd need barbecue tongs to pick up your steaming pieces.

Fine, you do that, and you tell them that at the very first opportunity, I'm coming down there and killing all of them. Mass murder. And after they're all dead, I'm going to kick the bodies around, dance on top of them, and sing a happy song. No jury will convict me.

Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up. Fucker. Jacobsen snarled it as he shoved Marcell to the ground. On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent't killed any of them?