Internalized Anger Quotes

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

Anger is very difficult for me to express. I have a tremendous amount of anger but I like to save it . . . for my loved ones.

This violent rage that turned inward cannot be helped by drink.

It's maybe hard to believe, but as a kid I really had a lot of self-doubts. My father was very ill - he was an alcoholic - so there were a lot of things that built up for me. And because I was going to a Catholic school in a small German town, a lot of it was suppressed. I was angry and didn't know how to get it out.

To be silent. In hopes of not offending, in hopes of being accepted. But what happened to people who never spoke, never raised their voices? Kept everything inside? Gamache knew what happened. Everything they swallowed, every word, thought, feeling rattled around inside, hollowing the person out. And into that chasm they stuffed their words, their rage.

Pain in the present is experienced as hurt. Pain in the past is remembered as anger. Pain in the future is perceived as anxiety. Unexpressed anger, redirected against yourself and held within, is called guilt. The depletion of energy that occurs when anger is redirected inward creates depression.

Hatred is always self hatred, and there is something suicidal about it.

Mum had pumped me so full of anger, I couldn't throw it off.

Vengeance is the act of turning anger in on yourself. On the surface it may be directed at someone else, but it is a surefire recipe for arresting emotional recovery.

Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.

The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him.

I've always been one of those people that, if I am angry, I just hold it in. And I always kind of, like, wrote it in a song and put it aside for myself because it helps me get it out. It's almost like exercising; it's almost like that for me.

Keeping love buried was a lot like jeeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up insides until you wanted to scream or kick something.

I know the anger lies inside of me like I know the beat of my heart and the taste of my spit. It is easier to be furious than to be yearning. Easier to crucify myself in you than to take on the threatening universe of whiteness by admitting that we are worth wanting each other.

Most men who rail against women are railing at one woman only.

Guilt is anger directed at ourselves.

Most women have not even been able to touch this anger, except to drive it inward like a rusted nail.

The spiritual message is we lose our lives in pleasing others; if you're the good child who pleases Mommy and Daddy but internalizes anger, you're setting yourself up for disease.

People who are angry at themselves sometimes blame others.

An angry father is most cruel towards himself.

There aren't very many good models of feminine rage - and the ones that we remember are ones where women take that anger internally and implode themselves in a real way, like Anna Karenina or Emma Bovary.

When you are mad at yourself, you are mad at everybody.

I've always turned my anger inwards towards self-destruction.

Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.

So many women keep their anger inside and let it build until they explode and then people blow them off again.