Anger is stronger than fear, stronger than sorrow.

Anger begets more anger.

Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.

Anger has been ready to be angry.

An emotion like anger that's an automatic response lasts just ninety seconds from the moment it's triggered until it runs its course. One and a half minutes, that's all. When it lasts any longer, which it usually does, it's because we've chosen to rekindle it.

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind.

Anger is loaded with information and energy.

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.

Some people carried anger around for years, in a secret box inside their bodies, and it grew tighter like a hardening knot. The problem with it getting tighter and smaller was that the people did, too, hiding it...But other people responded differently. They let their anger grow so large it ate them up--even their voices and laughter. And still they couldn't get rid of it. They forgot where it had come from. They tried to shake the anger loose, but no one liked them by now. (p89)

Anger does not last, that way, for years. But there are other things. Impressions last, when they have been strong.

Anger is the prelude to courage.

Anger is never without a reason, but seldom with a good one

Anger is a brief madness.

Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly—hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear.