#anger

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

#before #begin #encounter #even #first

It is impossible for you to be angry and laugh at the same time. Anger and laughter are mutually exclusive and you have the power to choose either. ↗

— Wayne Dyer

#angry #choose #either #exclusive #impossible

The components of anxiety, stress, fear, and anger do not exist independently of you in the world. They simply do not exist in the physical world, even though we talk about them as if they do. ↗

— Wayne Dyer

#anger #anxiety #components #even #exist

The consequence of a world full of nuclear powers to me is so incomprehensible in terms of the dangers that that implies. ↗

— Lawrence Eagleburger

#dangers #full #implies #incomprehensible #me

Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools. ↗

— Albert Einstein

#bosom #dwells #fools #only

When people ask me what I do, strangers on a plane, perhaps, I tell them that I think. Thinking is excellent exercise, as much as swimming or jogging. ↗

— Tom Glazer

#excellent #exercise #i #i do #i think

I've always believed the greater danger is not aiming too high, but too low, settling for a bogey rather than shooting for an eagle. ↗

— Peter Scott

#always #believed #bogey #danger #eagle

I've spent a lot of time and money trying to keep my anger in control. ↗

— Yancy Butler

#control #i #keep #lot #money

There are so many different camps about what being gay means. The danger comes when each one is so rigid that it sees itself as the true picture. ↗

— Dan Butler

#being #camps #comes #danger #different

He was a god above her, powerful, beautiful, larger than life. The light brought out the latent gold of his hair. The shadows contoured the perfect form of his body. Light and shadows converged in his eyes, bright lust, dark anger, and something else. Something else entirely. She recognized it because she’d seen it in the mirror so many times: a bleak, austere loneliness. ↗

— Sherry Thomas

#sherry-thomas #vere #anger