Quotes about Anger

Of course Jonah is angry. When you haven't forgiven someone who has wronged you and then something good happens to them—when they are blessed or shown mercy or experience favor—it's infuriating.

When we hear people saying they can't believe in a God who gets angry—yes, they can. How should God react to a child being forced into prostitution? How should God feel about a country starving while warlords hoard the food supply? What kind of God wouldn't get angry at a financial scheme that robs thousands of people of their life savings?

All weather is sin-related. Lust causes thunder, anger causes fog, and you don't want to know what causes dew.

Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect he is fundamentally right.

The warmth of God's grace melts our resentment, cools our tongues, and replaces our anger with love. It doesn't mean the wound didn't happen or that it doesn't hurt, but it means we choose to focus on God's grace instead of our wounds and live in thankfulness instead of demanding justice.

Self-absorbed people experience a lot of disappointment and anger, and they often have a hair trigger when it comes to accusing God or anyone else who doesn't meet their demands. We often hear them say, "That's not fair!

He does that again, I'll knock him into tomorrow." "We haven't even left the church parking lot. Didn't you hear Pastor's message?" "Didn't Beau?" Between them, Olivia chuckled. "He was loving his neighbor, all right." Shay smothered a laugh, then glanced at Travis. He looked torn between anger and humor. "Yeah, well, he'd better find another neighbor to love. This one's my wife.

Unhappy, let alone angry, religious people provide more persuasive arguments for atheism and secularism than do all the arguments of atheists.

Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.

Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated madam, that she suddenly broke into a fury and leapt on my knees. 

As long as you honour material things, direct your anger at yourself rather than the thief or adulterer.

Suffering is traumatic and awful and we get angry and we shake our fists at the heavens and we vent and rage and weep. But in the process we discover a new tomorrow, one we never would have imagined otherwise.