We are none of us perfect, and no one expects perfection. But when you have hurt people, you must allow them their anger. Otherwise it will only become another thing you have tried to take away.
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.
Where there is anger there is always pain underneath.
Anger, Tessa thought, was satisfying in its own way, when you gave in to it. There was something gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.
Often people that say they don’t care actually do. The moment they discuss you with their friends and family, compete with you, bad mouth you to others or react to anything you do or say is when they give themselves away. You can either be saddened or flattered that you effected someone so much. The perspective is yours to determine.
Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.
What are you gonna do, angel face? Stab me with your eyebrow pencil?
Feelings are something you have; not something you are.
Anger is a valid emotion. It's only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don't want to do.
Cruel people offer pity when they no longer feel threatened. However, kind people offer compassion and understanding regardless.
The man once wrote: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. Tolkien had that one mostly right. I stepped forward, let the door bang closed, and snarled, Fuck subtle.
So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.
This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.
Thats called hypocrisy, you shuck face piece of -!
Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you are.
You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner. (Elizabeth Bennett)
If you try to get rid of fear and anger without knowing their meaning, they will grow stronger and return.
The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.
If there was a God. I would spit in his face for subjecting me to this. If there was a Devil, I would sell my sould to make it end. If there was something Higher that controlled out f***ing fates, I would tell it to take my fate and shove it up its fucking ass. Shove it hard and far, you motherf***er. Please end. Please end. Please end.
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.