Quotes About Anger

1. Love through suffering. 2. Love through a bunch of problems, through scandals and hatred and anger. Love is the only rational phenomenon. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Anger just tears to pieces the human psyche and there is a continuous smile of rage and an endless laugh of despair. A person convulses and cannot stop laughing and then dies spiritually and a new personality is born with an eternal smile of awareness.

Hatred, hurt, anger are the timidity of love. When the timidity is gone, all the souls of the earth will be reunited into a single soul of love. Love is a unity that will transform us into a God of love.

Humor is angry honesty, like an eruption of truth, a volcano on which it is written: Enough.

Lust will die from a decrease in hormones. Anger will die of maturity. Gluttony will die of disease and despair. Pride and vanity will die of loneliness. Despondency will die from being bored. Greed will die of love. Envy will die of humility. Human vices are the folly of youth.

Pick the nerves of anger with a knife, there must be somewhere to switch from a lie to a state of truth.

Ever since the New Deal, those on the Right have sensed the American polity's transformation with growing discomfort, but around 2009, when the Tea Party movement mobilized, that discomfort turned to anger.

If what we want is God's justice, coming to sort things out, we will do better to get entirely out of the way and let God do his own work, rather than supposing our burst of anger (which will most likely have all sorts of nasty bits to it, such as wounded pride, malice and envy) will somehow help God do what needs to be done.

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The fact is that when we forgive someone we not only release them from the burden of our anger and its possible consequences; we release ourselves from the burden of whatever it was they had done to us, and from the crippled emotional state in which we shall go on living if we don't forgive them and instead cling to our anger and bitterness.

suggestion that "sin" does not make God angry (a frequent idea in modern thought as a reaction against the caricatures of an ill-tempered deity) needs to be treated with disdain.

What has been lost is the paganized vision of an angry God looming over the world and bent upon blood.

Punishment is what would happen later, if this opportunity were missed: "By your hard, unrepentant heart you are building up a store of anger for yourself on the day of anger" (2:5). What we have in the present passage, though, is not a statement of how that punishment fell on Jesus, but rather a statement of how the sins that had been building up were "passed over." God has drawn a veil over the past, as Paul said in Athens (Acts 17:30).

Although you may spend your life killing, you will not exhaust all your foes. But if you quell your own anger, your real enemy will be slain.

One thing I've always wondered—why did you enter that bikini contest when you were a teenager?" Her face flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "How far back did you trace me?" "Far enough." A pause. "You didn't answer my question." "And you didn't turn into a puff of smoke and disappear. The world is full of disappointments.

She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

I could've totally cut out your heart before you knew what was happening." "What stopped you?" "I thought Montgomery might've been pissed off at all the blood on the sheets." "Montgomery would never be something as uncouth as pissed off. Annoyed in an icily genteel manner, perhaps.

I swear to God," she muttered, fighting a laugh, "if you've dusted me with blue, I'll tie your balls in a knot and hang you up by them on the nearest sharp object I see.

Have you ever made her angry?" If the cop said that he and his wife lived in a state of constant connubial bliss, Andrew decided he'd have full cause to throw a punch. Max raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I'm human." He slid the phone into the pocket of his suit pants and rose to his feet with a distinctly amused glint in his eyes. "Making up is the fun part, in case you haven't figured that out yet.

He'd been so angry at her -always pushing his buttons, that girl. But then he'd taken her into his arms, and all that anger had blazed into a darker, hotly possessive need that had urged him to bend his head, bite down on the throbbing pulse in her neck, leave a mark.

The only thing you can do to make me that angry is to lie with another man" ~ Raphael, Guild Hunter, Nalini Singh

She nodded, lower lip trembling for an instant before she got it under control. "I'm such a baby. I was fine as long as I was cleaning up, but as soon as I stopped, I got so angry. Almost as if I was picking up everyone else's anger, too." He matched her smaller strides as they walked, choosing to focus on the lighter aspect of her comment - they'd discuss the other later. "You might be a baby, but you're mine. And I like babysitting.

Look," she said, making the conscious decision to wrench herself back before her frustrated wolf took control and she found herself feasting on male lips currently thin with anger, "it's nothing personal. I'm generally a bitch.

I am only a man." It was a rumbling murmur, his eyes on her mouth. "If you continue to play with me thus, I'll forget I came to apologize for my behavior, and act in a fashion that'll have you angry with me all over again.