Bitter people are not interested in what you say, but what you hide.
because the past was always around her and might return at any time. It prowled the world searching for her, and she knew it was growing angrier at every passing day.
Get mad, then get over it.
Sometimes I just want to paint the words It's my fault across my forehead to save people the time of being pissed off at me.
I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.
There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger.
It's freezing up here. What did you use to keep warm? Indignation, said Michelangelo. Best fuel I know. Never burns out.
It's one thing to think you're worthless, and quite another for somebody else to tell you that you are.
Anger - a better alternative to caffeine.
Perhaps grief is like battle: After experiencing enough of it, your body’s instincts take over. When you see it closing in like a Martial death squad, you harden your insides. You prepare for the agony of a shredded heart. And when it hits, it hurts, but not as badly, because you have locked away your weakness, and all that’s left is anger and strength.
It is not the actions of others which trouble us (for those actions are controlled by their governing part), but rather it is our own judgments. Therefore remove those judgments and resolve to let go of your anger, and it will already be gone. How do you let go? By realizing that such actions are not shameful to you.
You're afraid of your own anger.
I would not look upon anger as something foreign to me that I have to fight... I have to deal with my anger with care, with love, with tenderness, with nonviolence.
Didn’t you hear what they said about my sister? But you don’t give a rat’s fart, do you, it’s only the Forbidden Forest, Harry I’ve-Faced-Worse Potter doesn’t care what happens to her in here — well, I do, all right, giant spiders and mental stuff —
If you don't make a few ememies now and then, you're a coward-or worse. Besides, it as worth it to see his reaction. Oh, he was angry! - Angela to Eragon
To say I had some pent-up anger would be like saying Britney Spears had minor impulse-control issues.
There are two types of seeds in the mind: those that create anger, fear, frustration, jealousy, hatred and those that create love, compassion, equanimity and joy. Spirituality is germination and sprouting of the second group and transforming the first group.
There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once you'd told everyone you hated them and not to come after you, where exactly did you go?
Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I can't help but do something inappropriate. Its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite.
... not all monsters look like monsters. There are some that carry their monstrosity inside.