Norman Vincent Peale Quotes

I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.

Bitterness is the trap that snares the hunter

I had to learn to forgive. I couldn't sleep at night. I got ulcers. I had to let go, to let God deal with it. No one wants to be mad in their own house. I didn't want to be angry my whole life. It takes so much energy out of you to be mean.

Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

I still got the nasty in me.

Depression is rage spread thin.

I've known for years that resentments don't hurt the person we resent, but they do hurt us.

I used to write out of angst. My writing was quite miserable, quite angry, even when it was funny. It was based on this sadness and tired emotional disdain for the world.

Emotionally, in our minds, we get so filled with resentments where we've got a story about absolutely everything.

Some carry the burden of bitterness and resentfulness for many years.

Bitterness kills the soul.

I can hold on to that, that bitterness and that anger. It won't get me anywhere.

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier.

Never harbor grudges; they sour your stomach and do no harm to anyone else.

He who harbors hatred and bitterness injures himself far more than the one towards whom he manifests these evil propensities.

Hate is too great a burden to bear.

My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?

When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.

We destroy ourselves when we stop feeling. If you bury your feelings within you, you become a graveyard.

Resentment creates stress.

To harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.

Guilt starts as a feeling of failure.

Resentment always hurts you more than the person you resent.