Those who the Gods would destroy First they would make angry Haliburton -Greek.

Those who the Gods would destroy First they would make angry Haliburton -Greek.

Character isn't inherited. One builds it daily by the way one thinks and acts, thought by thought, action by action. read more

Character isn't inherited. One builds it daily by the way one thinks and acts, thought by thought, action by action. If one lets fear or hate or anger take possession of the mind, they become self-forged chains. -Helen Douglas.

Beware the fury of a patient man. -John Dryden.

Beware the fury of a patient man. -John Dryden.

Anger, even when it punishes the faults of delinquents, ought not to precede reason as its mistress, but attend as read more

Anger, even when it punishes the faults of delinquents, ought not to precede reason as its mistress, but attend as a handmaid at the back of reason, to come to the front when bidden. For once it begins to take control of the mind, it calls just, what it does cruelly.

When I am right, I get angry. Churchill gets angry when he is wrong. So we were often angry at read more

When I am right, I get angry. Churchill gets angry when he is wrong. So we were often angry at each other. -Charles De Gaulle.

Beware of the fury of the patient man. -John Dryden.

Beware of the fury of the patient man. -John Dryden.

Anger and humor are like the left and right arm. They complement each other. Anger empowers the poor to declare read more

Anger and humor are like the left and right arm. They complement each other. Anger empowers the poor to declare their uncompromising opposition to oppression, and humor prevents them from being consumed by their fury.

Sticks and stones may break your bones when there's anger to inpart. Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence read more

Sticks and stones may break your bones when there's anger to inpart. Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart. -Unknown.

Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.

Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.