- A strong emotion; a feeling that is oriented toward some real or supposed grievance
Synonyms: choler, ire
- The state of being angry
- Belligerence aroused by a real or supposed wrong (personified as one of the deadly sins)
Synonyms: wrath, ire, ira
- Make angry
- Become angry
Synonyms: see red
Derived forms: angers, angering, angered
- Anonymous – Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
- Patrick Rothfuss – There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.
- Katharine Graham – The longer I live, the more I observe that carrying around anger is the most debilitating to the person who bears it.
- J.K. Rowling – Hello, Harry said George, beaming at him. We thought we heard your dulcet tones. You don’t want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out,” said Fred, also beaming. There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn’t hear you.
- Simone de Beauvoir – I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish. You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.
- Diane Setterfield – People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.
- J.R.R. Tolkien – Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.
- Nicole Krauss – I want to say somewhere: I’ve tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.
- Richelle Mead – No, I can just read you. Finally. I can’t believe how blind I was. I can’t believe I never noticed. Victor’s comment he was right. She glanced off at the sunset, then turned her gaze back on me. A flash of anger, both in her feelings and her eyes, hit me. Why didn’t you tell me? she cried. Why didn’t you tell me you loved Dimitri?
- Toni Morrison – Anger, it’s a paralyzing emotion you can’t get anything done. People sort of think it’s an interesting, passionate, and igniting feeling. I don’t think it’s any of that, it’s helpless, it’s absence of control and I need all of my skills, all of the control, all of my powers and anger doesn’t provide any of that. I have no use for it whatsoever.
- Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.To make all your friends feel that there is something in them. To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.To think only the best, to work only for the best,and to expect only the best.To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,not in loud words but great deeds.To live in faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
- My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
- Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that by hating someone we hurt them. But hatred is a curved blade and the harm we do to others we also do to ourselves.
- You can’t tell me what to do anymore, Travis! I don’t belong to you! In the second it took him to turn and face me, his expression had contorted into anger. He stomped toward me, planting his hands on the bed and leaning into my face.Well I belong to you! The veins in his neck bulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even flinch. He looked at my lips, panting. I belong to you.
- A fight is going on inside me, said an old man to his son. It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you. The son thought about it for a minute and then asked, “Which wolf will win?” The old man replied simply, The one you feed.
- Do you love me?’ I asked her. She smiled. ‘Yes.’ ‘Do you want me to be happy?’ as I asked her this I felt my heart beginning to race. ‘Of course I do.’ ‘Will you do something for me then?’ She looked away, sadness crossing her features. ‘I don’t know if I can anymore.’ she said. ‘but if you could, would you?’ I cannot adequately describe the intensity of what I was feeling at that moment. Love, anger, sadness, hope, and fear, whirling together sharpened by the nervousness I was feeling. Jamie looked at me curiously and my breaths became shallower. Suddenly I knew that I’d never felt as strongly for another person as I did at that moment. As I returned her gaze, this simple realization made me wish for the millionth time that I could make all this go away. Had it been possible, I would have traded my life for hers. I wanted to tell her my thoughts, but the sound of her voice suddenly silenced the emotions inside me. ‘yes’ she finally said, her voice weak yet somehow still full of promise. ‘I would.’ Finally getting control of myself I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. even now she was perfect. My throat began to tighten again, but as I said, I knew what I had to do. Since I had to accept that it was not within my power to cure her, what I wanted to do was give her something that she’d wanted. It was what my heart had been telling me to do all along. Jamie, I understood then, had already given me the answer I’d been searching for, the answer my heart needed to find. She’d told me outside Mr. Jenkins office, the night we’d asked him about doing the play. I smiled softly, and she returned my affection with a slight squeeze of my hand, as if trusting me in what I was about to do. Encouraged, I leaned closer and took a deep breath. When I exhaled, these were the words that flowed with my breath. ‘Will you marry me?
- Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
- We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it’s easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.
- Anger is like flowing water; there’s nothing wrong with it as long as you let it flow. Hate is like stagnant water; anger that you denied yourself the freedom to feel, the freedom to flow; water that you gathered in one place and left to forget. Stagnant water becomes dirty, stinky, disease-ridden, poisonous, deadly; that is your hate. On flowing water travels little paper boats; paper boats of forgiveness. Allow yourself to feel anger, allow your waters to flow, along with all the paper boats of forgiveness. Be human.
- I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.Tell me why you loved them,then tell me why they loved you.Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word home means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were eight. See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow?And if you were to build a snowman,would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms or would leave your snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree?And if you would,would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek?Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad even if it makes your lover mad?Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time.I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind.Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old beating up little boys at school.If you were walking by a chemical plant where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds would you holler Poison! Poison! Poison! really loud or would you whisper That cloud looks like a fish,and that cloud looks like a fairy! Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?See, I wanna know if you believe in any god or if you believe in many gods or better yet what gods believe in you.And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself,have the prayers you asked come true?And if they didn’t, did you feel denied?And if you felt denied,denied by who?I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good.I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad.I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.If you ever reach enlightenment will you remember how to laugh?Have you ever been a song?Would you think less of me if I told you I’ve lived my entire life a little off-key?And I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me who have learned the wisdom of silence.Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?And if you do I want you to tell me of a meadow where my skateboard will soar.See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.I wanna know if you bleed sometimes from other people’s wounds,and if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted to, you could pop,but you never would cause you’d never want it to stop.If a tree fell in the forest and you were the only one there to hear if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound,would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist,or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?And lastly, let me ask you this:If you and I went for a walk and the entire walk, we didn’t talk do you think eventually, we’d kiss?No, wait.
- That’s why I want you there, he said. You’re unpredictable, and that can be the difference between success and failure. Most people make decisions in anger, fear, love, or obligation. You make decisions to irritate people.
- There was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.
- A heart filled with anger has no room for love.
- Anger is just anger. It isn’t good. It isn’t bad. It just is. What you do with it is what matters. It’s like anything else. You can use it to build or to destroy. You just have to make the choice.”Constructive anger,” the demon said, her voice dripping sarcasm. Also known as passion,” I said quietly. “Passion has overthrown tyrants and freed prisoners and slaves. Passion has brought justice where there was savagery. Passion has created freedom where there was nothing but fear. Passion has helped souls rise from the ashes of their horrible lives and build something better, stronger, more beautiful.
- Maybe I needed sensitivity training. I once signed up for an anger management class, but the instructor pissed me off.
- Learn this from me. Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
- Let today be the day you stop being haunted by the ghost of yesterday. Holding a grudge & harboring anger or resentment is poison to the soul. Get even with people but not those who have hurt us, forget them, instead get even with those who have helped us.
- Transformation is my favorite game and in my experience, anger and frustration are the result of you not being authentic somewhere in your life or with someone in your life. Being fake about anything creates a block inside of you. Life can’t work for you if you don’t show up as you.
- If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow
- Whenever you feel a negative emotion be alone in a room and just sit down with it and feel. Don’t judge it, criticize it, intellectualize it, explain it away. Allow yourself to feel the pain. It’s okay. Accompany it – breathe into it – and after a while, you’ll feel the anger or fear or sadness lose it’s urgency and power. Allow God to tenderly embrace you in your pain. And then, at the right time, you can let go.
- I understand his anger.
- She was mad with anger.
- He was wild with anger.
- He exploded with anger.
- He was red with anger.
- He forbore his anger.
- He went out in anger.
- Are Zimbabweans learning to voice their anger?
- Would it be fair to say you have a problem controlling your anger?
- Where can I find an outlet for all my anger?