I only get angry at my brothers and at my father.
When I am angry I can pray well and preach well.
I am too weary to listen, too angry to hear.
No one gets angry at a mathematician or a physicist whom he or she doesn’t understand, or at someone who speaks a foreign language, but rather at someone who tampers with your own language.
I’ll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
We praise a man who feels angry on the right grounds and against the right persons and also in the right manner at the right moment and for the right length of time.
Fifteen years ago, while I was temporarily chairing meetings of pro-life leaders, I pleaded with the angry males to say no to interviews, and instead let beautiful pro-life women become the face for the movement.
When I am right, I get angry. Churchill gets angry when he is wrong. We are angry at each other much of the time.
Friends, I’m angry about what’s happening in politics today! Why is it wrong to ask the wealthiest people and most profitable corporations to pay their fair share?