Quotes About Anger

Because society would rather we always wore a pretty face, women have been trained to cut off anger.

Americans lack any deeper appreciation of class. Beyond white anger and ignorance is a far more complicated history of class identity that dates back to America's colonial period and British notions of poverty.

I feel more at peace with being angry than practicing forgiveness. That never was an honest emotion for me. It was always someone else's concept of what I should do.

It's okay to be angry. Your mother should not have allowed this to happen....

Trying to forgive all these years, I had suppressed my anger and memories because I couldn't forgive if I acknowledged my experiences

Stop digging.... Yesterday is dead and gone.... Try and forget.... Forgive and Forget.... Don't get worked up.... Anger corrodes.... Everybody lives with injustice at some time.... That's life!... They did the best they could.... Making mistakes is human.... Forgive! Only through forgiveness can you heal.... Forgive ... Forget ... Forgive ... Forget ... Forgive ... Forgive....

Well," he said with a sigh, "psychology for years used to counsel to forgive. But we are beginning to recognize that it isn't always possible or even healthy to do that. I believe that sometimes it is important not to forgive, and to hang onto a healthy sort of rage at what happened,

Feeling my anger and sadness were beyond my comprehension. These were skills I didn't learn as a child and didn't even know I lacked.

Maggie and Katy found themselves trapped. 'Soon it went so far and so many persons had heard the 'rappings' that we could not confess the wrong without exciting very great anger on the part of the those we had deceived So we went right on," Maggie would explain forty years later.

How can we express our natural feelings of anger without hurting our children or attacking their self-esteem? And, at the same time, how can we teach our children to express their own feelings of anger in ways that are helpful, not hurtful?

Our goal, then, is not to eliminate the feelings of anger from our parental repertoire. We couldn't, even if we wanted to. Rather, it is to find ways to express ourselves when we are angry that do not hurt, insult, demean, or inspire revenge and rage in our children.

Unchecked expressions of anger often lead to our making negative statements that communicate to our children that we think they are unlovable.

Anger is "a movement generated by decision" that "can be eliminated by decision." What these Stoic-inspired teachers are trying to teach is control at that pivotal first moment of decision—the "assent to an evaluative impression." It's that assent to an impression of having been cheated in the case of these young kids, that gets the impulse of anger going.

I think anger is often a kind of recycled fear.

That woman grinds my grits, and that's a fact.

I won't let you take advantage of women! Here's the Mars Power flame of anger! (ROAR) I'll punish you in high heels!" - Rei/Sailor Mars

Her anger is still pure and white and electric, but she doesn't feel the sadness of it at all. It's just a thing she heard about once.

Tunde tries to imagine what it'd be like to have one. A power you can't give away or trade. He feels himself yearning for it, repulsed by it. He reads online forums where men say that if all the men in the world had one everything would be back to the way it ought to be. They're angry and afraid. He understands that.

And they're angry, and they're afraid, and then things happen.

And there was a throbbing in my head, a kind of pressure from the inside, and I found that I was shouting. I can't remember everything I said. I know it wasn't all about egg sandwiches. I remember that I said, "It's no wonder that I hate you so much, because you never listen!" I remember that I said, "I wish I were dead like my mother!

Anger is a manifestation of a deeper issue... and that, for me, is based on insecurity, self-esteem and loneliness.

The third prescription had even less effect in lifting my depression than the first two and had done nothing but increase my anger and feeling of hopelessness.

If you don't want a man dead, don't bludgeon him over the head repeatedly.

I missed him desperately, even though he'd said he hated me, even though his anger—the rampage at his house, the X through his yearbook page, the cruel way he withdrew from everyone—scared me. I didn't care if he wasn't my boyfriend, or even my friend. He was my Jonah. I felt more alone without him now than I'd ever felt before I met him. My life had a hole in it.