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quotes by topic Angry

" Swallowing angry words before you say them is better than having to eat them afterwards. "

H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Swallowing , Angry

" You can either be angry for what you don't have or thankful for what you do have. Do your best and God will do the rest. "

Will , Blessing , Gods , Angry

" Until you let go of that bitterness in your heart, it will find a comfortable place to destroy your dreams, your sight and most times, your sleep. "

Martin Luther King Jr

Anger , Angry

" This fact is that the heaviest and more burdensome load ever is neither the cement bag nor the iron rod. It is hatred. "

Martin Luther King Jr

Anger , Angry

" Harbour no hatred in your heart against anyone. People who do this have placed their influence on the risky line. "

Martin Luther King Jr

Anger , Angry

" The word grows mad on the fermentOf angry actions, the authorities can only inflictVisible punishments. Now regard with the unpracticedInner eye the unseen presence of Judgement thenYou will understand the nature of your soul's torment "

Jalaluddin Rumi

Action , Angry

" You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is? "

Angry

" You‚Äôre angry at me,‚Äù she says.I stop crying at once. My whole body goes cold and still. She squats down beside me, and even though I‚Äôm careful not to look up, not to look at her at all, I can feel her, can smell the sweat from her skin and hear the ragged pattern of her breathing.‚ÄúYou‚Äôre angry at me,‚Äù she repeats, and her voice hitches a little. ‚ÄúYou think I don‚Äôt care.‚ÄùHer voice is the same. For years I used to imagine that voice lilting over those forbidden words: I love you. Remember. They cannot take it. Her last words to me before she went away.She shuffles forward and squats next to me. She hesitates, then reaches out and places her palm against my cheek, and turns my head toward hers so I‚Äôm forced to look at her. I can feel the calluses on her fingers.In her eyes, I see myself reflected in miniature, and I tunnel back to a time before she left, before I believed she was gone forever, when her eyes welcomed me into every day and shepherded me, every night, into sleep.‚ÄúYou turned out even more beautiful than I‚Äôd imagined,‚Äù she whispers. She, too, is crying.The hard casement inside me breaks.‚ÄúWhy?‚Äù is the only word that comes. Without intending to or even thinking about it, I allow her to draw me against her chest, let her wrap her arms around me. I cry into the space between her collarbones, inhaling the still-familiar smell of her skin.There are so many things I need to ask her: What happened to you in the Crypts? How could you let them take you away? Where did you go? But all I can say is: ‚ÄúWhy didn‚Äôt you come for me? After all those years‚Äîall that time‚Äîwhy didn‚Äôt you come?‚Äù Then I can‚Äôt speak at all; my sobs become shudders.‚ÄúShhh.‚Äù She presses her lips to my forehead, strokes my hair, just like she used to when I was a child. I am a baby once again in her arms‚Äîhelpless and needy. ‚ÄúI‚Äôm here now.‚ÄùShe rubs my back while I cry. Slowly, I feel the darkness drain out of me, as though pulled away by the motion of her hand. Finally I can breathe again. My eyes are burning, and my throat feels raw and sore. I draw away from her, wiping my eyes with the heel of my hand, not even caring that my nose is running. I‚Äôm suddenly exhausted‚Äîtoo tired to be hurt, too tired to be angry. I want to sleep, and sleep.‚ÄúI never stopped thinking about you,‚Äù my mother says. ‚ÄúI thought of you every day‚Äîyou and Rachel. "

Angry

" And a beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many other such things are possible, and not only possible, but done-- done, see you!-- under that sky there, every day. "

Charles Dickens

Dark , Angry