Phillips Brooks Quotes

A Rattlesnake, if Cornered will become so angry it will bite itself. That is exactly what the harboring of hate and resentment against others is -- a biting of oneself. We think we are harming others in holding these spites and hates, but the deeper harm is to ourselves.

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.

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

Hatred is nothing but a form of cancer, and it will eat you up.

The hatred you're carrying is a live coal in your heart - far more damaging to yourself than to them.

Jealousy is a useless, time-wasting emotion that's eating me alive.

If you have rage and righteously act it out and blame it all on others, it's really you who suffers. The other people and the environment suffer also, but you suffer more because you're being eaten up inside with rage, causing you to hate yourself more and more

Anger is like the blade of a butcher knife - very difficult to hold on to for long without harming yourself.

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

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

Anger does a man more hurt than that which made him angry.

When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.

Though very troublesome to others, anger is most so to him that has it.

Anger would inflict punishment on another; meanwhile, it tortures itself.

Now when you hates you shrinks up inside and gets littler and you squeezes your heart tight and you stays so mad with peoples you feels sick all the time like you needs the doctor.

Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.

I didn't like anything about myself - my looks, my personality. I was very, very angry.

Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom.

I love us so incredibly, insanely deeply; it's almost unbearable to see what we do to ourselves.

The little depression I experienced during my manic-depression was not like depression as anyone else had ever described it. It was very violent and angry, and I was full of rage. I wasn't lying in bed.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.

Bitterness and resentment only hurt one person, and it's not the person we're resenting - it's us.

Depression is rage spread thin.