Quotes About Anger

Delete resentment in your heart. The person you're MAD at might have moved on, and they're not even thinking about you anymore. So, your anger isn't hurting them, it's hurting YOU.

It's a lot easier to say that you're mad than to admit that you're hurt.

Sometimes, when you're mad, you have the right to be mad, but you don't have the right to be cruel.

Getting angry is punishing yourself for the mistakes of others!

Your temper is the one thing you can't get rid of by losing it!

Just because you're mad at someone, doesn't means you stop loving them.

It is one thing to be angry at someone else, but it is when you are angry at yourself that you realize how stupid you are in some of the decisions you make.

Sometimes we get angry with people, when we should be angry with ourselves, because we gave them the power to change our mood and feelings.

Im not angry at you. I'm angry at myself. I'm angry I went against my better judgement and opened my heart to someone who cant be trusted.

I hate it when I'm mad at someone and they make me smile!

If you're angry at a loved one, hug that person. And mean it. You may not want to hug, which is all the more reason to do so. It's hard to stay angry when someone shows they love you, and that's precisely what happens when we hug each other.

Nothing worse than being annoyed and hurt about being upset...fu.. everything.

I hate being angry or upset...I'll leave that to u losers...

Being upset is no reason for a man to put his hands on you.

Moreover and above all, a considerable interval of time had elapsed during which, if, from the historical point of view, events had, to some extent, seemed to justify the Dreyfusard argument, the anti-Dreyfusard opposition had doubled its violence, and, from being purely political, had become social. It was now a question of militarism, of patriotism, and the waves of anger that had been stirred up in society had had time to gather the force which they never have at the beginning of a storm.

But really Legrandin had no need to remind people so often that he belonged to another planet when all his uncontrollable impulses of anger or affability were governed by the desire to occupy a good position on this one.

His anger was like a single musical phrase to which in an opera several lines are sung which are entirely different from one another, if one studies the words, in meaning and character, but which the music assimilates by a common sentiment.

He who is in the wrong believes himself in the right, as was the case with Germany, and he who is in the right supports it with arguments which only appear irrefutable to him because they respond to his anger.

Hatred is like blood, it's impossible to conceal and it stains everything.

There goes your f#*king canoe!

By virtue of his celebrity, he would be coddled by worshipful cops, pumped up by star-fucking attorneys, indulged by a spineless judge, and adored by jurors every bit as addled by racial hatred as their counterparts on the Rodney King jury. O. J. Simpson slaughtered two innocent people, and he walked free—right past the most massive and compelling body of physical evidence ever assembled against a criminal defendant. I am not bitter. I am angry.

I gazed out the window and wished for the thousandth time that rape were punishable by penis removal… with a rusty knife.

But please, whatever you decide to do to this douche bag, make sure it hurts.

The best answer to anger is silence.