Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.
If the will remains in protest, it stays dependent on that which it is protesting against.
Hate smolders and eventually destroys, not the hated but the hater.
It is almost impossible to throw dirt on someone without getting a little on yourself.
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself.
Fire destroys that which feeds it.
You cannot hate other people without hating yourself.
Whom they have injured, they also hate.
Rage and bitterness do not foster femininity. They harden the heart and make the body sick.
I used to store my anger and it affected my play. Now I get it out. I'm never rude to my playing partner. I'm very focused on the ball. Then it's over.
Anger is a short madness.
My mother used to say, "He who angers you conquers you."
The angry people are those people who are most afraid.
Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.
Anger and worry are the enemies of clear thought.
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.
Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before-it takes something from him.
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy; its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
Revenge could steal a man's life until there was nothing left but emptiness.
Revenge may not be a particularly high consciousness-oriented activity.