Quotes About Anger

I've had no problem harnessing anger.

When someone gets angry during a training session but then does their job, there's no problem; it's fine.

At that age I once stabbed my best friend, Fred, with a pair of pinking shears in the base of the neck, enraged because he had been given the comprehensive sixty-four-crayon Crayola box—including the gold and silver crayons—and would not let me look closely at the box to see how Crayola had stabilized the built-in crayon sharpener under the tiers of crayons.

It's music rage, which is like road rage, only more righteous. When you get road rage, a tiny part of you knows you're being a jerk, but when you get music rage, you're carrying out the will of God, and God wants these people dead

He loved Nirvana, but at his age they were kind of a guilty pleasure. All that rage and pain and self-hatred! Will got a bit...fed up sometimes, but he couldn't pretend it was anything stronger than that. So now he used loud angry rock music as a replacement for real feelings, rather than as an expression of them, and he didn't even mind very much. What good were real feelings anyway?

I am a rationalist, and I don't believe in genies, or sudden personality changes. I wanted David's anger to vanish only after years and years in therapy.

It's music rage, which is like road rage, only more righteous. When you get road rage, a tiny part of you knows you're being a jerk, but when you get music rage, you're carrying out the will of God, and God wants these people dead.

The anger was clearly real, though. It was in there, sloshing around, looking for the nearest hole to escape through.

listen, pal. I came here because I knew how worried you must be. But if you're going to talk to me like that, I'll fuck off home. The word racist brightened a little: the Anglo- Saxon was striking back against the Roman invader.

I can't help but love David at this moment. He's calm when he has every right to be angry with everything and everyone, and as a result I feel, for the first time in a long time, that we are a unit

I should have said any of those things. I should have used at least one obscenity. I should certainly have threatened him with violence.

He and Nona made me. They gave me a soft heart. They are the good that's in me. When I lose my compassion and anger rears its ugly head, I think about my life

Do you think love is the way of God—love? Look here—" He stretched forth his bony, hairy hand and pointed to the Dead Sea, which stank like a rotting carcass. "Have you ever bent over to see the two whores, Sodom and Gomorrah, at her bottom? God became angry, hurled fire, stamped on the earth: dry land turned to sea and swallowed up Sodom and Gomorrah. That is God's way—follow

That little pipsqueak! ... I'd like to pick him up by the scruff of his neck and thump him on the ground like a young octopus!

This distance between my dreams and my capabilities makes me so furious that I want to die–to die from spite and also from grief.

Pensar que Mirdin y Karim estaban bajo tierra era como tragar una infusión de cólera, pesar y tristeza

With mindfulness we have the choice of responding with compassion to the pain of craving, anger, fear and confusion. Without mindfulness we are stuck in the reactive pattern and identification that will inevitably create more suffering and confusion.

Even David Ben-Gurion wrote during the 1936–39 Arab uprising against the British that Arabs have legitimate anger against the Zionists. "The country is theirs because they inhabit it, whereas we want to come here and settle down.

I have no desire to be dominated. Honestly I don't. And yet I find myself becoming angry when I'm not.

But when you've had children with someone you're divorced from, divorce defines everything; it's the lurking fact, a slice of anger in the pie of your brain.

One good thing I'd like to say about divorce is that it sometimes makes it possible for you to be a much better wife to your next husband because you have a place for your anger; it's not directed at the person you're currently with.

Remind me not to piss you off Red. You might aim for the heart and shoot me in the balls.

Oh, go to hell. But there wasn't any heat in the response. You're not supposed to smile when you say that.

It was bad enough to be swallowed up by the intrinsic anger of New York City traffic and its seemingly mad competition between cars, cabs, the ubiquitous delivery trucks, the kamikaze bike messengers and the always-in-a-damn hurry pedestrians.