Quotes About Anger

Ignorant kindness may have the effect of cruelty; but to be angry with it as if it were direct cruelty would be an ignorant unkindness.

Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, he's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him, to survive it you play deaf and dumb.

le lanzó una mirada llena de rabia; en ese momento le hubiera gustado reventar a puñetazos la cara de ese antiguo aliado que le desafiaba abiertamente, pero pensó que la concordia entre portugueses y brasileños bien valía comerse el orgullo y los deseos de poner en su sitio a ese hijo de la grandísima.

The very person that such a client so dislikes is the person whom he has been allowing, strangely enough, to control his life by remote control. In reaction to the hated person he has been doing all he does over against that person. He is not free, but is bound by the very person whom he dislikes, and yet his anger burns so intensely that he is blinded to the foolishness of his pendulum action.

And the very, very worst thing you can do to angry cats or people is tell them to calm down.

And the very, very worst thing you can do to angry cats or people is tell them to calm down. Telling someone to calm down implies that his anger is his own fault. Anyone who's angry believes that someone else, not him, is to blame.

And if he thinks you're to blame, and you're the one telling him to calm down…well! Keep a respectful distance from his claws.

Part of why I love these angry, straight, white punks is that they are stripping the dharma of its bullshit, and applying it to contexts and styles that, even if they aren't mine, are at least different from the norm.

Hunger bred anger, anger bred suspicion, suspicion bred crowds, and crowds bred mobs.

Madame Alexandra, if you don't open the door, I'll smash all your imitation china, I'll rip up your fake Persian rugs. Let me in, or it'll cost you a damn sight more than anything I want from you.

certainly the only family member she ever saw). She could recall doing the things she supposed most other children did—playing in dirt, looking at pictures—without any accompanying grief or anger

She was pregnant. She was pregnant. That complete fuck.

Anger wishes that all mankind had only one neck; love, that it had only one heart; grief, two tear-glands; and pride, two bent knees.

People often vented their rage on those who were the victims of their neglect because they were in truth blaming themselves.

We were afraid of so many things: Of our children, who lived in their own world of casually lurid pleasures, zombies and cartoon killers and thuggish music. Of our neighbors, who were buying gold and ammunition and great quantities of freeze-dried food, and who were organizing themselves into angry tribes recognizable to one another by bumper stickers.

Community is the place where are revealed all the darkness and anger, jealousies and rivalry hidden in our hearts. Community is a place of pain, because it is a place of loss, a place of conflict, and a place of death. But it is also a place of resurrection.

The way people are forever rolling their eyes to heaven and saying, "Perhaps it's all for the best," when they are perfectly dead sure it's not, makes me enraged. Humility or resignation or whatever you choose to call it, is simply impotent inertia.

A?k kimyasal bir yang?nd?r. ?yi olan her?ey yanar. Geriye sadece en sert, en ac?, yanmayan ?eyler kal?r. Bunlar öfke, ac?, üzüntü ve korku...

It is more important to move on to positive actions without stopping to wallow in anger about injustices -- including the unjust suppression of inventors. Exposing the skeletons in the closet serves to enlighten, but getting off-message with retribution will be counter-productive.

Beware of the anger of a patient man.

Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about.

He f**ks even better than he looks", I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn't care; I was pissed. And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don't you worry.

Why don't I just give you a pair of my panties to hang around your neck? Then whenever you feel jealous, you can wave them at whoever's pissing you off.

Her hatred is a living succubus, vast enough and quick enough and wicked enough to crest up from her heart and take wing, to expand across the hundreds of miles between them, to engulf the whole city of Acapulco, to veil the room in which he's standing, to overshadow him and overcome him, to slip into his mouth and choke him from the inside out. She hates him so much she can murder him from sixteen hundred miles away, just by wishing for it.