Quotes About Anger

The victory of humanity over man. Humanity had conquered the inhuman. And by what means? In what way? How had it overcome the giant of anger and hatred? What arms had it used? What engine of war? The cradle.

If you are leaving that sorrowful place with hate and anger against men, you are worthy of compassion; if you leave it with good will, gentleness and peace, you are better than any of us.

The just man frowns, but never sneers. We understand anger, not malice.

in becoming malicious he only picked up the weapon with which he had been wounded. He

Justice has its anger, Monsieur Bishop, and the wrath of justice is an element of progress. No matter what they say, the French Revolution is the greatest advance taken by mankind since the coming of Christ.

Having an immense reserve fund of wrath to get rid of, and not knowing what to do with it, he continued to address his daughter as you instead of thou for the next three months.

He flew into a rage on every occasion, most frequently when wrong.

No sorries. We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts.

Sometimes we have to forgive the people we love, even if we're mad as hell. That's just how it is.

When a man resorts to violence, he's scared," Jack said. "That's a good sign.

A better mother would shape that anger into loss and then, at least, into the kind of memory of love one can sustain, but Vianne was too empty to be a good mother right now. She could think of no words that weren't a lie or useless.

She knew it was wrong to be angry with her mother now - the weather wasn't her fault - but Loreda couldn't help herself. She was mad at the world, and somehow that meant shew as mad at her mom most of all.

She was angry at him--she knew that, felt it--but as he came toward her, that anger dried up and blew away like dust beneath the longing that mattered so much more.

She is angry. And angry people make mistakes in war and die.

Loreda wanted to be angry. What had Jack said to her the first day they met? You have fire in you, kid. Don't let the bastards snuff it out. Something like that. Loreda didn't want to be the kind of woman who suffered in silence. Refused to be.

She refused to let one man's prejudice hurt them after all they'd been through to get here. She was angry that Loreda and Ant had experienced such baseless prejudice, but life was full of such injustice.

She was crying for all of it at last—for the pain and loss and fear and anger, for the war and what it had done to her and to all of them, for the knowledge of evil she could never shake, for the horror of where she'd been and what she'd done to survive.

I can drop a dove in midflight. And I don't even want to hurt them. You, I kinda want to shoot.

We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts. Never once in all of it—the dust, the drought, the fights with you

No worries. We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts. Never once in all of it - the dust, the drought, the fights with you - never once did I stop loving you or Ant or the farm.

Dad held Mama as if she were made of glass. So careful, so concerned for her well-being. It filled Leni with an impotent rage. And then she'd get a glimpse of him with tears in his eyes and the rage would turn soft and slide into something like forgiveness. She didn't know how to corral or change either of these emotions; her love for him was all tangled up in hate. Right now she felt both emotions crowding in on her, each jostling for the lead.

She was mad at the world, and somehow that meant she was mad at her mom most of all.

Vianne hated what she saw in her daughter's eyes right now. There was nothing young in her gaze—no innocence, no naïveté, no hope. Not even grief. Just anger.

They were at it again. Arguing. Shouting.