Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.
Self pity is the worst possible emotion anyone can have. And the most destructive. It is, to slightly paraphrase what Wilde said about hatred, and I think actually hatred's a subset of self pity and not the other way around - 'It destroys everything around it, except itself.'
Resentment always hurts you more than the person you resent.
It’s the people you hold closest who have the most power to make you bleed.
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.
When you meet a lot of people and you date somebody, or you're just in a relationship with friends, lovers, business, or whatever it may be, there are people that are just toxic to you, and you don't even know it yourself.
Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile?
Abusive language and swearing are a legacy of slavery, humiliation, and disrespect for human dignity, one’s own and that of other people.
Hate destroys the hater.
Assault in any form is never OK, and I want to be very clear on that.
Complaining is dangerous business. It can damage or even destroy your relationship with God, your relationships with other people, and even with your relationship with yourself.
Anger is like the blade of a butcher knife - very difficult to hold on to for long without harming yourself.
It's the damage that we do and never know. It's the words that we don't say that scare me so.
I have no interest in bantering back and forth with someone who is the exact person that I am trying not to become, and stay away from, by degrading women, by going after my family, in a manner that is intended to harm.
Anger: an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
Resentment and anger are not good for the soul. They are foul things.
Men little know when they say hard things to us how well we remember them, and how much harm they do us.
Whatever terrible things may have happened to you, only one thing allows them to damage your core self, and that is continued belief in them.
Men are the only animals that devote themselves, day in and day out, to making one another unhappy. It is an art like any other. Its virtuosi are called altruists.
We ought to regard the breaking of a child's spirit as a sin against humanity.
There are some men who enter a woman's life and screw it up forever.
Anger itself does more harm than the condition which aroused anger.
Anger is a poison. It eats us inside. We think when we hate someone we hurt them, but hatred is a curved blade, and the harm we do to others we also do to ourselves.
Words are as strong and powerful as bombs, as napalm.
Why bother? I was right all along: the second you make yourself vulnerable to someone, they start drawing blood.
