Quotes About Anger

You know, anger has a bad rap," I ventured. "Anger is the fuel you use to drive up feelings of hurt and pain from your unconscious. It's how people tell others that they're displeased with their behaviour.

Anger is a signal that someone wants to be treated differently, which is healthy; cruelty is when we deliberately want to hurt someone else.

anger is a signal that someone wants to be treated differently, which is healthy; cruelty is when someone deliberately wants to hurt someone else.

You know, anger has a bad rap," I ventured. "Anger is the fuel you use to drive up feelings of hurt and pain from your unconscious. It's how people tell others that they're displeased with their behaviour. The man calling you Tonto is disrespecting you,

Shaming and teasing as an alternative to loss of privileges and parental anger can serve to erode self-esteem and give rise to an overwhelming sense of humiliation when encountered later in life.

When you can't acknowledge your true feelings because they're too excruciating, you defend against them with anger.

Anger is the fuel you use to drive up feelings of hurt and pain from your unconscious. It's how people tell others that they're displeased with their behaviour.

The point is that it's you being destroyed by your hate. Not him. This is what the Buddha called picking up a hot coal to hurl at your enemy.

Nathan had never liked anger. It seemed a barbaric and undignified emotion. He knew it always masked fear or hurt, and had often wished everyone could simply be sensible enough to cut out the middleman.

Nathan had never liked anger. It seemed a barbaric and undignified emotion. He knew it always masked fear or hurt, and had often wished everyone could simply be sensible enough to cut out the middleman. He

I almost said I was never mad, I just sort of didn't care. But I didn't say it, because I started to know that it probably wasn't true. I was probably plenty mad without really knowing. And I probably did care. It takes me a long time, sometimes, to figure out how something is supposed to feel.

Most people prefer to think that their resentment is entirely the fault of the person they resent, and that twisted logic seems to make sense in their minds.

I think anger is a normal human emotion. And I think people getting in touch with their emotions is good. I think people tend to bury their emotions because they don't want to feel them. And I think we can't heal those emotions until we let them come out into the light." "So

It takes a lot of energy to be that angry, and I didn't have what it took. I was beginning to feel like a big raw nerve from all these problems, compounded by lack of sleep. I needed relief. But the wind caught the letter and blew it away. Which is not to say the direction the letter took was the problem. The problem was that I thought delivering it would help to resolve things, but I was wrong.

I'm just advising you to let go of the hate in yourself, because you're the one swallowing that poison every day, not him.

How else are you supposed to deal with people who like terrible things? Hit them with a shovel till they stop, that's how.

Decibel Jones sighed and shook his head. Today was fired. Today was well and truly sacked. Today could, in point of fact, fuck all the way off.

What was the point of a world without debilitating bitterness and despair? How could you even tell you were alive? How could you possibly write a decent pop song if you weren't a sad sack of tissues or at least fundamentally angry at the world most of the time?

Does your hate make you happy, my dear, or does it continually eat through you, a cancer of its own making? Does the constant fueling of that angry fire not exhaust you and take away from living the wonderful life you've been given?

You can fuck all the way off.

We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it's easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.

Just as a lump of coal, under pressure, could become a diamond bit, Theo had learned to turn his anger into something he could use.

Anger burned in him as he went to unload the painter's supplies from his wagon. He had let himself like this man, but he was no different from the rest.

He who conquers his anger has conquered an enemy