#anger

In Chicago, you can’t swing a cat without hitting an Irish pub (and angering the cat), but McAnally’s place stands out from the crowd. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#swinging-a-cat #anger

Through the anger came something I recognized; the sadness that can result from too many years absorbing the poison of others. - Alex Delaware on Dr. Lehmann ↗

— Jonathan Kellerman

#feelings #sadness #anger

...detachment from anger is one part of wisdom. ↗

— Steven Saylor

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The sin of quick anger is an idol of the heart that is not dying to our own rights. ↗

— Ron Pearce

#rights #self-sacrifice #temper #anger

My first reaction, every time I delve into an episode of history that I don’t know very much about, is anger that my teachers never taught me about it. ↗

— Steven Spielberg

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Abba Macarius said, 'If you rebuke someone and do it with anger, you have allowed a passion to control you. You have not saved anyone and have destroyed yourself'. ↗

— Tim Vivian

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I thought of Shelley in the hospital, how she said sometimes sadness only looked like anger and judgment. Maybe fear did too. ↗

— Holly Cupala

#fear #judgment #anger

[Henry] felt himself bound as much in honour as in affection to Miss Morland, and believing that heart to be his own which he had been directed to gain, no unworthy retraction of a tacit consent, no reversing feared of unjustifiable anger, could shake his fidelity, or influence the resolutions it prompted. ↗

— Jane Austen

#resolution #anger

In the country, I stopped being a person who, in the words of Sylvia Boorstein, startles easily. I grew calmer, but beneath that calm was a deep well of loneliness I hadn't known was there. ... Anxiety was my fuel. When I stopped, it was all waiting for me: fear, anger, grief, despair, and that terrible, terrible loneliness. What was it about? I was hardly alone. I loved my husband and son. I had great friends, colleagues, students. In the quiet, in the extra hours, I was forced to ask the question, and to listen carefully to the answer: I was lonely for myself. [p. 123] ↗

— Dani Shapiro

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Suddenly all the fight and anger in him seemed to ebb and he shook his head, taking another swallow of the biting liquor. His fingers were wrapped tightly around the glass. Lucy remained silent, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching him as he drank the rest of the second glass of whiskey. He was in pain. She was helpless to do anything for him until he let down some of the walls. Ask me to hold you . . . here are my arms, ready to wrap around you. Here is my heart… just ask. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#lisa-kleypas #love-come-to-me #lucy #anger