There's a lot of anger in the Twitter-verse, as I've discovered. But there's a lot of love.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Anger is a transient hatred; or at least very like it.
Anger is one of the sinews of the soul.
Anger has a way of seeping into every other emotion and planting itself in there.
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.
I think a certain amount of anger has been a fuel of mine, if you want - but also some sort of sadness, and plain mischief, of course.
In many ways, anger is a misdirected plea for love.
Anger is implanted in us as sort of sting, to make us gnash with our teeth against the devil, to make us vehement against him, not to set us in array against each other.
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.
Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.
Anger is a manifestation of a deeper issue... and that, for me, is based on insecurity, self-esteem and loneliness.
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