Best 2450 quotes in «anger quotes» category

Chicken Roast Puff your plume in anger and fight, cock, delight the owner of knife smear sting with pollen and flap your wings As I said: Twist the arms and keep them bent roll the rug and come down the terrace after disturbed sleep Shoeboots-rifle-whirring bullets-shrieks The aged undertrial in the next cell weeps and wants to go home Liberate me let me go let me go home On its egg in the throne the gallinule doses asphyxiate in dark fight back, cock, die and fight, shout with the dumb Glass splinters on tongue-breast muscles quiver Fishes open their gills and enfog water A piece of finger wrapped in pink paper With eyes covered someone wails in the jailhouse I can't make out if man or woman Keep this eyelash on lefthand palm- and blow off with your breath Fan out snake-hood in mist Cobra's abdomen shivers in the hiss of female urination Deport to crematorium stuffing blood-oozing nose in cottonwool Shoes brickbats and torn pantaloons enlitter the streets I smear my feet with the wave picked up from a stormy sea That is the alphabet I drew on for letters. (Translation of Bengali original 'Murgir Roast')

Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making.

Christianity, true Christianity, is experienced when we crucify the anger, pride, vanity and lust that dwells within ourselves and consciously replace it with the sacrificial love, humility, modesty and chasteness of the One who so many profess to believe in and follow. -Jason Neville Versey

Closeness eases the anxiety and depression of believing that no one really cares about you. It softens the frustration and anger that come with feeling that no one understands you. Suddenly, others become available to us. Suddenly, we feel better inside.

Clever move. Using humour to deflate my murderous intent.

Clenched fists are not open to receive blessings.

Close your lips in anger, open in admiration

Compassion forgives, anger remembers, grief regrets, love forgets.

Compassion forgives, grief regrets, anger remembers, love forgets.

Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.

Complaints of feeling cut off, shut off, out of touch, feeling apart or strange, of things being out of focus or unreal, of not feeling one with people, or of the point having gone out of life, interest flagging, things seeming futile and meaningless, all describe in various ways this state of mind. Patients usually call it 'depression', but it lacks the heavy, black, inner sense of brooding, of anger and of guilt, which are not difficult to discover in classic depression. Depression is really a more extraverted state of mind, which, while the patient is turning his aggression inwards against himself, is part of a struggle not to break out into overt angry and aggressive behaviour. The states described above are rather the 'schizoid states'. They are definitely introverted. Depression is object-relational. The schizoid person has renounced objects, even though he still needs them.

Compromise makes relationships survive.

Complete departure of kashay (anger-pride-deceit-greed) is Moksha (Liberation). At first, there is the departure of kashays and then there will be ‘that’ [Liberation].

Conflicts have small beginnings.

Conflicts may create unfathomable distances.

Confront all the angry thoughts, feelings, the jealousies and condemnations, to find their cause, seek the root of such feelings and then operate on that. Need of security and reassurance can cause criminal acts.

Conflicts need to be resolved at the earliest.

Conflicts are expensive.

Confronting your enemy in anger feeds your ego, but diminishes your chance of success.

Conquer anger with non-anger; Conquer wickedness with goodness; Conquer stinginess with giving, And a liar with truth.

Controlled anger leads to positive action.

Control your anger, be calm.

Control your anger before it controls you

Contrary to the idea that anger clouds thinking, properly understood, it is an astoundingly clarifying emotion.

Control over anger-pride-deceit-greed is known as saiyam. Saiyam, in turn has two parts; in one, there is presence of anger-pride-deceit-greed but they are controllable; they do not harm the other person to the slightest extent. The other saiyam is like 'ours' [the Gnani's]. There is absolutely no anger-pride-deceit-greed at all in that. It not only does not harm the other person, but it also does not harm one's own self.

Copiii care provin din familii disfuncționale își închipuie că, într-o relație ideală, nu există conflicte și nici mânie. Deși, rațional, ei își dau seama că așa ceva este imposibil, totuși, emoțional, asta își doresc. Mânia este pentru ei o emoție foarte complicată și în mare măsură neînțeleasă. Vorbind din perspectiva trecutului personal, mânia lor a trebuit reprimată. Copiii care cresc într-un mediu conflictual respiră permanent o atmosferă foarte încordată, iar mânia lor nu este niciodată vindecată. Au văzut că exprimarea furiei nu le-a fost niciodată de folos, ba chiar le-a făcut viața mai neagră. Furia nu i-a adus nimănui, niciodată vreun beneficiu. În consecință, dacă ești un copil care se dezvoltă într-un ambient plin de furie, înveți cum să nu mai fii furios. În loc de asta, raționalizezi, îți explici orice situație până când reușești să o faci acceptabilă și, în cele din urmă, ajungi depresiv... Cuvintele cu care obișnuiești să-ți descrii depresia amintesc însă de furie. Și, de vreme ce ți-ai reprimat-o îndelung, singurele ocazii în care iese la lumină sunt cele în care nu mai ești în stare să o ții sub control și ea se transformă în turbare. Furia dezlănțuită cu mare intensitate e înfricoșătoare chiar și pentru tine, fiindcă nu știi de ce-ai putea fi în stare în acele momente. Asta, din cauză că nu ai nici un fel de experiență în a-ți exprima supărarea.

Cos'altro possono togliermi? Dovunque io vada mi porto dietro il mio inferno.

Create your own path.Don't blindly follow the massess... because most of the time the "M" is silent.

Criticizing is easy, performing is difficult.

Dads. Do you not realize that your child needs to feel your skin on his? Do you not realize the incredible and powerful bond that skin on skin contact with your daughter will give you? Do you not understand the permanent mental connections that are made when you stroke your son’s bare back or rub your daughter’s bare tummy while you tell bedtime stories? And if any idiot says anything about that being inappropriate, you’re gonna get kicked in the face, first by me, and then by every other good dad out there. Touching your child is your duty as a father.

Daddy thinks history starts fresh every day, every minute, that time itself begins with the feelings he’s having right now. That’s how he keeps betraying us, why he roars at us with such conviction. We have to stand up to that, and say, at least to ourselves, that what he’s done before is still with us, still right here in this room until there’s true remorse. Nothing will be right until there’s that.” “He looks so, sort of, weakened.” “Weakened is not enough. Destroyed isn’t enough. He’s got to repent and feel humiliation and regret. I won’t be satisfied until he knows what he is.” "Do we know what we are?" "We know we aren’t him. We know that to that degree we don’t yet deserve the lowest circle of hell.

Dads. Do you honestly expect anybody to believe that you can’t find 20 minutes to step away from your computer or turn off the television to play with your child? It has to happen every single day. Do you not understand that children will hinge their entire facet of trust on whether or not their dad plays with them and how involved he is when he plays with them? Do you know the damage you do by not playing with your children every day?

Dads. Do you not realize that a child is what you tell them they are? That people almost always become what they are labeled? Was whatever your child just did really the “dumbest thing you’ve ever seen somebody do”? Was it really the “most ridiculous thing they ever could have done”? Do you really believe that your child is an idiot? Because she now does. Think about that. Because you said it, she now believes it. Bravo.

Dads. Do your faces light up when you first see your child in the morning or when you come home from work? Do you not understand that a child’s entire sense of value can revolve around what they see in your face when you first see them?

Dads. It’s time to tell our kids that we love them. Constantly. It’s time to show our kids that we love them. Constantly. It’s time to take joy in their twenty-thousand daily questions and their inability to do things as quickly as we’d like. It’s time to take joy in their quirks and their ticks. It’s time to take joy in their facial expressions and their mispronounced words. It’s time to take joy in everything that our kids are.

Darkness and anger, when combined, are their own master.

Dad scowls. "Phen." He says the name like it's a swear word. "Disgusting, cowardly creatures, the ambivalent. Worse than the fallen, in many ways." His eyes are so fierce it's a tad scary. "They have no conviction at all.

…deceitful!” she decided with a little bounce of fury that briefly ballooned the silk of her trousers. “There! You deceitful …” “Gillia…” “…misleading, dishonest, insincere…” “Those are all the same words, Gill—” “Ooh! Liar!” She’d managed to get her hands on a small pillow. He ducked just as it whizzed past him. In justice, however, it did strike the mosaic vase behind him on an engraved mahogany pedestal, and it tipped and spun on its base before landing in a shattered heap on the bare floor. “Now, look what you’ve done!” she accused tearfully and bolted from the room.

Death was silence, loss, guilt. And anger. But life led that way, anyway. From birth, it was a slow, long march to the grave. Who said that? She couldn’t remember now. But it was true. They were born dying. If they were very lucky, the dying was called aging. They reached toward if as if they were satellites in unstable orbits. And then when they got there, they were just dead. One moment in time separated the living from the ghosts.

Deep down a broken heart, all the sadness one can bear is misery.

Dear God, I ask that today and every day that follows you wash any anger from my heart. I desperately want to look at the world differently. Please help me understand that this anger is hurting me more than anyone else. Teach me to find love in every situation and then to find peace in my heart for the rest of my life. In Jesus’s name, amen.

Dear God, let me find calm in every situation. Let me look at others with pity instead of anger. Let me pray they make it through life’s fog they’ve created for themselves and find you. In Jesus’s name, amen.

Demons would often try to make me feel some negative emotion, like hatred or contempt. Because the only way I could become vulnerable to them, is if I indulged in some negative emotion, in their presence. In the realm of hatred and anger, and other negative emotions, demons are the masters.

denne tilbageholdte kraft, der var lagt i lænker og havde fået mundkurv på, og som hele tiden lå og murrede inde i mig som et uvejr, var den bedste næring for tingen.

Despite it's the most primitive part of our brain the language of anger helps us to reboot our brain . The best thing to do is to tame it like an animal

Doing Kashaya[anger, pride, deceit and greed] means to stumble. If artadhyan (adverse meditation) and raudradhyan (wrathful meditation) occurs, it is called stumbling.

Do I really smother my own joy because I believe that anger achieves more than love?

Disagreement, however, is not anger.

Does God think that, because it is raining, I am not going to destroy the world? - Lope de Aguirre after going mad in the Amazon

Do not allow yourself to be aggravated by someone’s anger. Stay calm.