Quotes About Anger

What I discovered is that when God took the anger out of my heart, He also took the fear. I know that telling the truth makes enemies, but my message is right and just, and I have no desire to modify it to please others.

The truth is, as an adult, I've experienced more racism from other black people than I have from white people. I've been hated because, as a black man, I love America, and am reluctant to criticize it. Since blacks are taught by their leaders and communities to hate whites and be angry at the United States, anything except the typical condemnations of whites and this country is offensive to them.

Carrying anger with you is like lighting your own house on fire to get rid of rats. The rats run to safety while you burn yourself down. Forgive. Let go. Heal.

Nor was her love for Udayan recognizable or intact. Anger was always mounted to it, zigzagging through her like some helplessly mating pair of insects. Anger at him for dying when he might have lived. For bringing her happiness, and then taking it away. For trusting her, only to betray her. For believing in sacrifice, only to be so selfish in the end.

Subhash was angry with himself for going along with it. For still needing to prove he could. He was sick of the fear that always rose up in him: that he would cease to exist, and that he and Udayan would cease to be brothers, were Subhash to resist him.

I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve only for dental work and my father.

The brave man uses wrath for his own act, above all in attack, 'for it is peculiar to wrath to pounce upon evil. Thus fortitude and wrath work directly upon each other.

And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.

Jealously would kill you from inside, if you water the plant of jealousy with anger instead of hard work

A wonderful emotion to get things moving when one is stuck is anger. It was anger more than anything else that had set me off, roused me into productivity and creativity.

People are mean and hateful, angry - haters everywhere, stupid blogs.

I'm very much inspired by things that anger me. If I see bigotry, stupidity, or injustice on the news, I'm inspired to find a way to make it into something comedic and relatable. Anger inspires me. Stupidity inspires me. My family inspires me. My accountant inspires me. Everything and anything, really.

I've been told I have an aggressive driving style.

With Stacy, it was interesting because you know he was within all this chaos, all these different lives that were so broken and so much anger and so much frustration and their skating came out of that, their different styles came out of that.

There are all these scripts where the women, if they're working, are prostitutes and lawyers with an angry streak who'll kill you. It's a reaction to women leaving their men and men being angry about it and saying it on some subconscious level.

In the final analysis, the incident is seen as originating from an emotional expression of the frustration and anger of the proud people of China who had been subject to ever increasing oppression from without and decadent corruption from within.

Sometimes you get submerged by emotion. I think it's very important to express it - which doesn't necessarily mean hitting someone.

I don't see the violence stopping, from the L.A. riots 25 years ago to the Baltimore riots from 2015 to today - at least, not until a cop goes to jail. Until someone gets 30 to 50 years - something substantial - I really don't think it'll stop.

Our children are angry. The profanity is out in the street. It's on the buses and in the subway. Our children are trying to tell us something, and we are not listening.

woke up screaming fuck the world

I got 27 people livin in my head and all of them was about to beat the heck out of you for doin that..

He'd stomp through the house in his heavy work boots, yelling about everything we were doing wrong. If anything got in his path, he would explode and his fists would fly. Almost in a supernatural way, his anger would turn his brown eyes into an electric green, and when that happened I knew the worst was still to come. This was our hell on earth, and Mamma and I were burning in its flames.

I remember one really horrible fight when he was tearing into my mother—and then he came after me with a fury I had never seen before. I was beaten bloody that night.

You tell her this? You little [expletive], I'll tell you something….I'll get you." My mother gunned the gas, and we drove off.