Quotes about Anger

Resentment and anger eat away at love as quickly as rust is corroding that metal lawn chair out there in the backyard. One of life's great tragedies is watching a relationship unravel over something that could've been resolved in one intelligent, adult conversation.

Listen to me, friend. Lay aside your pride or it will entangle you in sin. Anger is your worst enemy.

A stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.

Some never participate. Life happens to them. They get by on little more than dumb persistence and resist with anger or violence all things that might lift them out of resentment-filled illusions of security. -Alma Mavis Taraza

I'll give you my father's answer to those who act without thinking: 'A stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.

A stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.

Stay angry, little Meg," Mrs Whatsit whispered. "You will need all your anger now.

It really helped ever so much because it made me mad, and when I'm mad I don't have room to be scared.

I am grateful, too, to Lewis for having the courage to yell, to doubt, to kick at God with angry violence. This is part of a healthy grief not often encouraged. It is helpful indeed that C.S. Lewis, who has been such a successful apologist for Christianity, should have the courage to admit doubt about what he has so superbly proclaimed. It gives us permission to admit our own doubts, our own angers and anguishes, and to know that they are part of the soul's growth.

It's better to take it out on God. He can cope with all our angers. That's one thing my long span of chronology has taught me. If I take all my anger, if I take all my bitterness over the unfairness of this mortal life, and throw it all to God, he can take it all and transform it into love before he gives it back to me.

Meg stamped, loudly and angrily, against the hard, cold surface of the rock.

I've gone out alone and bellowed in rage at God at the top of my lungs. But the fact that I bellow at him I suppose proves that I think he's there, doesn't it? Go ahead and be mad at God if you feel like it, Vicky. [...] But remember when you're yelling at God, what you're doing is saying, Do it MY way, God, not YOUR way, but MY way