#anger

It should make you shake and sweat, nightmare you, strand you in the desert of irrevocable desolation, the consequences seared into the vein, no matter what adrenaline feeds the muscle its courage, no matter what god shines down on you, no matter what crackling pain and anger you carry in your fists, my friend, it should break your heart to kill. ↗

— Brian Turner

#regrets #revenge #anger

You may think that your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone's face. But there is a third option; you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone, and you can move forward. ↗

— Ted Mosby

#attitude #choice #how-i-met-your-mother #hurt #let-go

Without another word, he lifted her into the carriage and drove her home. He seemed impervious to the cold shoulder she gave him, which irritated her almost as much as the knowing way he had looked at her when he had kissed her senseless. In fact, although his face was stern, he seemed downright cheerful, the cad! ↗

— Julia Keaton

#melantha #ransom #stranger-in-my-bed #home

If we cling to the institution of Islam, then we tend to defend it against whatever we see as a danger to it, so because of this we see now that many people are defending states, defending territories, defending everything institutional in the belief that they defend Islam. ↗

— Abdurrahman Wahid

#because #belief #cling #danger #defend

What have I done to anger you, mate?” “That. That’s what you did. I’m not your mate.” He leaned in close and ran his nose up her neck, inhaling a deep breath. “Yes, you are,” he whispered next to her ear. ↗

— Virginia Cavanaugh

#erotic #romance #shifter #the-fire-inside #anger

The controlled freak-out is a beautiful thing. (Ephesians 4:26) ↗

— Jay Payleitner

#parenting #anger

Letting go of fear, attachment, grief and anger is the sannyasin's renunciation. He savours only the taste of his oneness with the ultimate reality. ↗

— Nirvana Upnishad

#anger

Suffering shapes the life force, sometimes into anger, sometimes into blame and self-pity. Eventually it may show us the wisdom of embracing and loving life. ↗

— Rachel Naomi Remen

#life #love #suffering #anger

If I understand you rightly, you had formed a surmise of such horror as I have hardly words to-- Dear Miss Morland, consider the dreadful nature of the suspicions you have entertained. What have you been judging from? Remember the country and the age in which we live. Remember that we are English, that we are Christians. Consult your own understanding, your own sense of the probable, your own observation of what is passing around you. Does our education prepare us for such atrocities? Do our laws connive at them? Could they be perpetrated without being known, in a country like this, where social and literary intercourse is on such a footing, where every man is surrounded by a neighbourhood of voluntary spies, and where roads and newspapers lay everything open? Dearest Miss Morland, what ideas have you been admitting?" They had reached the end of the gallery, and with tears of shame she ran off to her own room. ↗

— Jane Austen

#literature #northanger-abbe #age

I had to de-program myself. From myself. Had to reinvent rituals of purification. So full of the vagrant pollutions of others. It was time to detox. Not only from alcohol, sex, and drugs, but from needy leeches who looked to swab me with their sores. Detox from my own needy lechery. Had to locate the center wound and cauterize. Undo the original sin, the origin of my sickness...Had to learn to replace Them, It, Want, Hurt, Anger, Sorrow, Loss, with Power, Healing, Wisdom, Fulfillment, Satisfaction. ↗

— Lydia Lunch

#rituals #anger