Quotes About Anger

Of course Jonah is angry. When you haven't forgiven someone who has wronged you and then something good happens to them—when they are blessed or shown mercy or experience favor—it's infuriating.

When we hear people saying they can't believe in a God who gets angry—yes, they can. How should God react to a child being forced into prostitution? How should God feel about a country starving while warlords hoard the food supply? What kind of God wouldn't get angry at a financial scheme that robs thousands of people of their life savings?

Thank you' ranks just below 4You ruined my life' and just above 'When I get my hands on you.

Thank you' ranks just below 'You ruined my life' and just above 'When I get my hands on you.

If I don't start having service I'm going to swap you all for a dog and shoot the dog.

Gratitude' is a euphemism for resentment.

Unable to digest it, they had taken refuge in anger at Einstein. Their refuge had been a dead end; all that inflexible old guard could do was die and let younger minds take over.

Or: you, an Afro-American, confront a cop who knows all, not sombunall, Afro-Americans are violent and dangerous. He uses excessive force. You get angry and fight back. You have just confirmed your suspicion about white cops — and he has confirmed his suspicion about Afro-Americans.

The fiery intensity at the heart of anger asks neither for smothering nor mere discharge, but for a mindful embrace that does not require any dilution of passion, any lowering of the heat, nor any muting of the essential voice in the flames.

Anger doesn't have to be expressed. It is enough to know that you're angry, and know why, and not lie to yourself about it.

Professionally," Susan said, "I'm not at all sure that love, as such, is not simply a complex of human impulses: need, identification, possessiveness, fear of loneliness, impulse to replicate the family from which you sprang, sexual desire, anger, the desire to punish, the desire to be punished.

A bitter heart that bides its time and bites.

I found A thing to do, and all her hair In one long yellow string I wound Three times her little throat around...

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns

Once he told me that the greatest weapon that one can have is controlled anger, and the greatest defect that one can have is uncontrolled anger.

Muthuhfuckin' muthuhfucker! I oughta come over there kick your ass myself, worryin'me like this? I got your back homes! I got your back!

Jonna Lester slapped hard at the couch, then threw the glass pipe to the floor. She stamped both feet. Mad. "Life really sucks." "That's true," I said. "But think of it this way." She squinted at me, and I glanced toward the bathroom. "Death sucks worse.

A BLACK CAT pushed through the cat door. His fine flat head was striped with scars, his eyes were angry yellow coals, and his ears were tattered from too many fights. One ear was cocked sideways from the time someone shot him. He circled Pike's legs, and flopped on his side. Purring. Pike picked him up and held him, the cat dripping off his arm as limp as liquid fur. Anyone else would lose a hand.

Pike hung up, and I stood in the center of the kitchen and listened to the silence. Someone had been in my home, and it made me feel creepy and violated and angry. I pulled out the Dan Wesson, sat it on the kitchen counter, and crossed my arms. "Let's see'm come back now." Acting tough will sometimes help, but not always, and the gun did not lessen the feeling that I was vulnerable and at risk. They seldom do.

Good-bye, Richard." So much for civil discourse. So much for modern men discussing a modern problem in an enlightened manner. I was thinking that it might be fun to beat him to death.

Chen didn't get back to the lab until almost six, only to find Harriet haunting the gun room like the Ghost of Christmas Future. Pike was certain to be impatient with the delay and no doubt would be growing angrier and angrier—at John.

Ghazi al-Diri's life ended with the Korean's call. He was in the commissary when his phone buzzed, letting his coffee steep in a French press he brought from Saõ Paulo. Now, he slipped the phone into his pocket, and poured the coffee. Several of his men were near, eating burritos of eggs and beans they had made for themselves. Ghazi moved away from them to think. He was angry, but might yet survive if he remained calm. Maysan

Primul pas spre iertare este s? recuno?ti c? e?ti furios ?i acesta poate fi cel mai dificil pas. Prima persoan? pe care iertarea o schimb? este chiar persoana care iart?.

The forgiveness process, properly understood and used, can free those bound by anger and resentment. It does not require accepting injustice or remaining in an abusive situation. It opens the door to reconciliation, but it does not require trusting someone who has proven untrustworthy. Even if the offender remains unrepentant, you can forgive and restore a sense of peace and well-being to your life. The choice is yours.