#ang

I am an Arab woman of color Beware … Beware my anger ! ↗

— Rafeef Ziadah

#anger

... there is a very fine line between lust and anger; both are passionate emotions. ↗

— Sarah West

#anger

The root of anger is the perception that something has been taken. Something is owed you, and now a debt to debtor relationship has been established. ↗

— Andy Stanley

#resentment #anger

Anger is precious. A silverback uses his anger to maintain order and warn his troop of danger. When my father beat his chest, it was to say, Beware, listen, I am in charge. I am angry to protect you, because that is what I was born to do. Here in my domain, there is no one to protect. ↗

— Katherine Applegate

#precious #protection #protectiveness #anger

When we find that we have been aroused to anger we must call for God's help like the apostles when they were tossed about by the wind and storm on the waters. He will command your passions to cease and there will be a great calm. ↗

— St. Francis de Sales

#anger #god #peace #anger

Anytime I hear about another one of us gone berserk, shooting up his ex’s office or drowning her kids to free herself up for her Internet boyfriend, the question I always ask is not, like every other tongue-clucking pundit in the country, how could this have happened? but why doesn't this happen every day? ↗

— Tim Kreider

#madness #shooting #anger

Being snappy is a symptom of an argument we forgot to have some way back. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#arguments #snappiness #anger

Maybe it was inertia -or worse, fear- that was keeping me in the same place. ↗

— Jennifer Weiner

#fear #change

With a sudden flash of anger, she blurted, "Lash wasn't impotent, all right? He wasn't ... impotent-" The temperature in the room plummeted so fast and so far, her breath came out in clouds. And what she saw in the mirror made her swing around and take a step back from John: His blue eyes glowed with an unholy light and his upper lip curled up to reveal fangs that were sharp and so long they looked like daggers. Objects all around the room began to vibrate: the lamps on the bed stands, the clothes on their hangers, the mirror on the wall. The collective rattling crescendoed to a dull roar and she had to steady herself on the bureau or run the risk of being knocked on her ass. The air was alive. Supercharged. Electric. Dangerous. And John was the center of the raging energy, his hands cranking into fists so tight his forearms trembled, his thighs grabbing onto his bones as he sank down into fighting stance. John's mouth stretched wide as his head shot forward on his spine... and he let out a war cry- Sound exploded all around her, so loud she had to cover her ears, so powerful she felt the blast against her face. For a moment, she thought he'd found his voice- except it wasn't vocal cords making that bellowing noise. The glass in the sliders blew out behind him, the sheets shattering into thousands of shards that blasted free of the house, the fragments bouncing on the slate and catching the light like raindrops... Or like tears. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#xhex #anger

But you know as well as I do that anger won’t solve anything.” “I beg to differ,” he shrugged. “Anger can be quite rewarding…at least for those of us who have the option of blasting our enemies to oblivion. ↗

— M.A. George

#enemies #humor #paranormal-romance #sarcastic-humor #anger