The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The anger of lovers renews their love.
In many ways, anger is a misdirected plea for love.
Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
When anger rushes unrestrained to action, like a hot steed, it stumbles on its way. The man of thought strikes deepest and strikes safely.
Anger begets more anger, and forgiveness and love lead to more forgiveness and love.
Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.
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.
Anger is a wind which blows out the lamp of the mind.