Amy! My God! My God! My darling!' and buried my face in her neck, my arms wrapped tight around her, and let the cameras get their fifteen seconds, and I whispered deep inside her ear, 'You fucking bitch.
Anger is the privilege of the truly broken, and yet, I've never met a woman who was broken enough that she allowed herself to be angry.
When you are angry try your best to go to sleep, it keeps you away from speaking, writing and thinking while you are angry.
I wasted a lot of time being angry, time I can't get back. And now I see you, so angry about what happened to your marriage, 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.
Quiet anger frightens me. The drunks, the idiots, the ones that rage easily - them I can handle. I know when to step out of their way. It's the ones that hold the anger in, the men that think about what they do and how they do it, that scare me. They're the ones that cause damage.
He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.
Studies show that aggressively expressing anger doesn't relieve anger but amplifies it. On the other hand, not expressing anger often allows it to disappear without leaving ugly traces.
Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.
The whole thing becomes like this evil enchantment from a fairy tale, but you're made to believe the spell can never be broken.
You go on by doing the best you can. You go on by being generous. You go on by being true. You go on by offering comfort to others who can't go on. You go on by allowing the unbearable days to pass and allowing the pleasure in other days. You go on by finding a channel for your love and another for your rage.
Jude was good. But he let his fear and jealousy get to him. Daniel shrugged. 'Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the dark side.
Vengeance ought to be spoken through gritted teeth, spittle flying, the cords of one's soul so entangled in it that you can't let it go, even if you try. If you feel it--if you really feel it--then you speak it like it's a still-beating heart clenched in your fist and there's blood running down your arm, dripping off your elbow, and you can't let go.
Life is so short. The only person you hurt when you stay angry or hold grudges is you. Forgive everyone, including yourself.
Let today be the day you finally release yourself from the imprisonment of past grudges and anger. Simplify your life. Let go of the poisonous past and live the abundantly beautiful present... today.
Matthew held out his hands. Pax, he said, wheedlingly. Let it be peace between us. You can pour the rest of the port on my head. James’ mouth curved up into a smile. It was impossible to stay angry with Matthew. It was almost impossible to get angry at Matthew.
Let us not ruminate on lost cases, creating imaginary scenarios of spite and revenge. Let us honor our valuable mental time, follow a positive road instead, and dump barren and gnawing resentments and destructive anger. (The umbrella)
Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.
At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.
anger based on calculated reason is more dangerous than anger based on blind hate
He gave everything to everybody. Except to me.