People are always angry at anyone who chooses very individual standards for his life; because of the extraordinary treatment which that man grants to himself, they feel degraded, like ordinary beings.
Anybody can become angry . . . that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way . . . that is not within everybody's power and is not easy.
It is a waste of time to be angry about my disability. One has to get on with life and I haven't done badly. People won't have time for you if you are always angry or complaining.
You feel good, you feel bad, and these feelings are bubbling from your own unconsciousness, from your own past. Nobody is responsible except you. Nobody can make you angry, and nobody can make you happy.
I am angry nearly every day of my life. .. but I have learned not to show It; and I still hope to learn not to feel it, though it may take me another forty years to do so.
Who ever saw a person other than quiet and peaceful that knits? If anger breaks out, the knitting is laid aside. When the needles begin again, you may be sure that it is all right within.
As small letters hurt the sight, so do small matters him that is too much intent upon them; they vex and stir up anger, which begets an evil habit in him in reference to greater affairs.
There is no passion that so much transports men from their right judgments as anger. No one would demur upon punishing a judge with death who should condemn a criminal upon the account of his own choler; why then should fathers and pedants be any more allowed to whip and chastise children in their anger? It is then no longer correction but revenge. Chastisement is instead of physic to children; and should we suffer a physician who should be animated against and enraged at his patient?
How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all.
In the beginning the Universe was created. This made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.
Art thou angry with him whose arm-pits stink? art thou angry with him whose mouth smells foul? What good will this anger do thee?
People are always angry at anyone who chooses very individual standards for his life; because of the extraordinary treatment which that man grants to himself, they feel degraded, like ordinary beings.
Anybody can become angry . . . that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way . . . that is not within everybody's power and is not easy.
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.
It is a waste of time to be angry about my disability. One has to get on with life and I haven't done badly. People won't have time for you if you are always angry or complaining.
Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
You feel good, you feel bad, and these feelings are bubbling from your own unconsciousness, from your own past. Nobody is responsible except you. Nobody can make you angry, and nobody can make you happy.
I am angry nearly every day of my life. .. but I have learned not to show It; and I still hope to learn not to feel it, though it may take me another forty years to do so.
Who ever saw a person other than quiet and peaceful that knits? If anger breaks out, the knitting is laid aside. When the needles begin again, you may be sure that it is all right within.
As small letters hurt the sight, so do small matters him that is too much intent upon them; they vex and stir up anger, which begets an evil habit in him in reference to greater affairs.
There is no passion that so much transports men from their right judgments as anger. No one would demur upon punishing a judge with death who should condemn a criminal upon the account of his own choler; why then should fathers and pedants be any more allowed to whip and chastise children in their anger? It is then no longer correction but revenge. Chastisement is instead of physic to children; and should we suffer a physician who should be animated against and enraged at his patient?
How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all.