Best 2450 quotes in «anger quotes» category

All she'd found was that women spent a great deal of time saying they were please when they were not, similing when they were not happy, and pretending their anger and frustation did not exist

All the subjects of the world can be included in the kashays of anger-pride-deceit-greed. Anger and deceit are the ‘protectors’. They have indeed originated from greed. A proud person will have greed for self-validation and recognition from others. And deceit protects it.

All this. They have all this, and what do we get? Walls and tickets and concrete and stink. Rations and hopelessness and rage. I hate them,” she said, the malice in her words like the lingering taste of a bad kiss.

All Welsh knew was that he was scared shitless, and at the same time was afflicted with a choking gorge of anger that any social coercion existed in the world which could force him to be here.

Almost everybody gets angry once in a while, and certainly I do. There are times when maybe a light will go out, you know, or the microphone will go off, or something might happen at home. But do you know what I do when I’m angry? I like to swim, and so I swim extra hard when I’m angry. And also when I was a little boy, about five years old, I learned that I could go to the piano and play real hard on the piano, and that helped me; it really did. There are many things that you can do when you’re angry that don’t hurt you or anybody else.

A locked door was suddenly opened in the back of my mind and a barrage of demented clowns came rushing out.

A lot of pain that we are dealing with are really only THOUGHTS.

...although being "angry at God"--or at myself, or him, or anyone else--made no sense to me, I was often overwhelmed by sudden, intense bursts of anger that had no outlet, no appropriate target.

Always follow your dreams with confidence and conviction, don’t fall for the trap of dream killers

Always remember when it comes to family arguments and disputes. "Blood is thicker than anger.

A man who called everyone a damn fool is like a man who damns the weather. He only shows that he is not adapted to his environment, not that the environment is wrong.

A mind that opens its door to fears, doubts, grudges, jealousy and anger, compromises its peace in return.

A moment of anger can result in years of sorrow.

A moment of Patience in a moment of Anger saves a thousand moments of Regret.

A moment of anger is a moment of resentment and madness which can burn your heart.

An angry leader is a scared leader or a hurt leader or a frustrated leader but most of all they are a vulnerable leader.

An angry artist tells people what (he thinks) they need to hear. A hungry artist tells people what (he thinks) they want to hear.

An angry enemy is a conquered enemy

An angry man is twice stronger than his normal.

And all this time he was cheating on me! Making a fool out of me! He made me look stupid in front of everyone!

And a hopeless, angry man is astoundingly predictable.

And as I spoke the words I felt a terrible anger come together inside me. It wasn't hot and furious, as some of my flashes of temper tend to be. This was different, slow and cold. And as soon as I felt it, I realized it had been there inside me for a long while, crystallizing, like a pond slowly freezing solid over a long winter night.

And because he could do nothing about it, Tern’s anger suffocated him. It made more tears.

And even as she holds on to him, like she's drowning, she can feel the familiar anger returning, like an old song that you've heard so many times it's not even a song anymore, just a wasted pathway in your brain that you can never reclaim.

And everyone saw me. Tobias saw me. I hear footsteps. Tobias marches toward me and wrenches me to my feet. "What the hell was that, Stiff?" "I..." My breath comes in a hiccup. "I didn't-" "Get yourself together! This is pathetic." Something within me snaps. My tears stop. Heat races through my body, driving the weakness out of me, and I smack him so hard my knuckles burn with the impact. He stares at me, one side of his face bright with blush-blood, and I stare back. "Shut up," I say. I yank my arm from his grasp and walk out of the room.

And if I see you step foot on my property again, I’ll do more than make a phone call,” he says, waving the baseball bat around menacingly.

And I just want to tell you, at some point it doesn’t matter who was right and who was wrong. At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.

And he wonders, deep in the self-isolated recesses of his mind whether he is killing himself with anger, whether he is destroying his system with fury.

...And suddenly, from behind me, I hear the metaphysically abrupt arrival of the office boy. I feel like I could kill him for barging in on what I wasn't thinking. I turn around and look at him with a silence full of hatred, tense with latent homicide, my mind already hearing the voice he'll use to tell me something or other. He smiles from the other side of the room and says 'Good afternoon' in a loud voice. I hate him like the universe. My eyes are sore from imagining.

And in it all, the sensation of shaking my fists at the sky, shaking my fists high up to the sky, because that is what we do when someone dies too early, too beautiful, too undervalued by the world, or sometimes just at all -- we shake our fists at the big, beautiful, indifferent sky, and the anger is righteous and strong and helpless and huge. I shook and I shook, and I put all of it into the dress.

And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.

And then it goes as with all anger attacks. They don’t just consist of one anger, but of many. A long series of angers, flung into a volcano in one’s breast until it erupts.

And I wonder if this is the magic taking over. Is this how it starts—the slip of the tongue? A loss of respect? Is this how I become a monster the men whisper of? I turn and run up the stairs before I do something I regret.

And the way you lost your temper!" went on Wallis enthusiastically. "Oh, Mr. Allan, it was beautiful! You haven't been more than to say snarly since the accident! It was so like the way you used to throw hair-brushes--

…and what she saw was an electrical storm in sultry August buttoned into a taut gray cotton dress. In a moment the explosion would come….

And what was really mine? A handful of rupees and a mind packed tight with rage.

An emotion like anger that's an automatic response lasts just ninety seconds from the moment it's triggered until it runs its course. One and a half minutes, that's all. When it lasts any longer, which it usually does, it's because we've chosen to rekindle it.

And you can shove your apology. If it can come out of your damned mouth, then you can stand by it.

Anger and ego trigger only the firebomb that falls back to oneself.

Anger - a beast within us that needs taming.

Anger bears a person’s emotions.

Anger becomes righteous when you use it to defend the rights of another, without nursing any selfish motive.

Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.

Anger dulls the sharpness of mind, hardens the softness of feelings, and replaces the sweetness of the world with bitterness.

Anger flees when the Spirit’s fruit fills our hearts.

Anger always produces a one sided story.

Anger and Bitterness go hand in hand like a bad love affair, just breeding more of the same. So LET THEM GO!!!

Anger and shame are often vilified, and not without reason. But as challenging as they can be, when we refuse to feel them at all, things can get even worse.

Anger and tears create the space for the work of the Spirit. They are the groaning of the Spirit for renewal or creation and an expression of compassion thus revealing a deep spiritual well. To fear our tears or to suppress our anger is to block the power of the spirit springing forth from within our spiritual wells to resist death and to sustain and renew life.

Anger fed him and clothed him and he owed it much.