A Soft Answer Turns Away Anger Novels & Stories

Winter Winter paced back and forth, trying to control the anger building from within. Anger is a tricky emotion that must be repressed thoughtfully. A fire seed of anger can still inflame its surroundings. It starts small and undetected, but if not extinguished at the source, it grows into a flame that destroys everything in its path. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. "What the hell were you thinking, Faye? Your stupidity and carelessness could have gotten us killed."

“You were a caring friend; you were selfless. You made the happiness of others your top priority. Your laughter was beautiful; even your quirks were cute. I like to think back when you were you. That soft and kind hearted boy, with cheeks that always flush with excitement. Even in the face of sadness, pain or anger, that lips of yours still struggled to break out a smile. How different you have become now. All those your softness and tenderness are beginning to wither away.” “Sometimes I wonder if it's the amnesia that's triggering your angry, but if that's not the case, then you shouldn't have acted wildly like that in front of your friends. Just because I restricted you from leaving the ho

Option number 2: I should swallow my hate and anger, act tactfully, repeat the saying ‘ It’s not what you say; it’s how you say it’ a hundred times in my head to not lose my temper. Considering that my beloved fucking love-sick dumb vengeful brother is on the receiving end, I should definitely choose option number 2 because I don’t want my brainless brother to go down the shit way like that crappy bitch wants him to. “ Miracle…You are spacing out. ” Matthew’s voice brings my brain back to life. I shift my focus on him and after imagining myself drinking all the anger like a bitter poison, I finally speak up. “ You are right. ” “ What? ” Matthew doubts his hearing while feeling confused at th

"Everyone faces different challenges, and our responses vary. No one leads a completely smooth and carefree life. "If you choose to live with unrelenting anger and the burden of revenge, I can only wish you well as an outsider. May you have a safe journey and find happiness in each day." Angel's words were firm, leaving no room for further argument. Her words held both sarcasm and genuine empathy.

I had to give it to him, he was a really good actor, and if I didn’t know him as well as I did, maybe I too would be fooled by his disguise of nonchalance. He continued, obviously uninterested in whatever my response was going to be - I had none for him, though; but I didn’t expect him to know that, of course. “The thing about anger is that it is counteractive. It takes away from the purpose and turns shit around for the worst.” I nodded my understanding, acting like he and I were on the same page even though that couldn’t be any farther from the truth.

"But some people don't like extraordinary." Smart girl. She'd already figured out what I was trying to say. "Some people will fear or hate you because you're different. When that happens, you have two choices: respond with anger or respond with grace." "What's the difference?" "Anger feels good in the moment but changes nothing. Grace, showing kindness even when others are cruel, that changes hearts and minds." Maya thought about this. Her face scrunched up the way it always did when she was processing something difficult.

She sighs and took my palms into hers. "Lowell I've known you right from when you were a kid. You're always been a wonderful child. you have a good heart. search in your heart bring back that good person you've always been. Don't let anger define who you really are. Lowell I know you wouldn't want to have the blood of an innocent girl in your hands right?"

Emily traced the sentence with her finger. Anger is useful. Serena had taught that. Her mother had warned against it. Two philosophies. Two women. Emily closed the letter slowly. She did not feel anger. Not yet. She felt clarity. Serena believed blood protected wealth. Richard believed silence protected peace. Billy believed anger protected power. They were all wrong. What protected power was knowledge. And Emily now had it. She looked around the small Ashford house. Her grandmother had raised her to observe before speaking. To wait before acting.

She whispers, and I nuzzle closer into her embrace. “Still. Thank you. Thank you for being you… Thank you for being here. Thank you for pulling me out of the deep every time you can.” I whisper, and there’s silence. “Thanks for being such a sweet soul, David. You have a good heart. Some people are going to try to take that from you. They’ll try hard. But never lose that heart of yours. Love fully, and sincerely. It might hurt sometimes, but love is much better than anger or hate. Love nurtures. Anger strangles. Hate rots.”

Chapter 16: Glimpse of Yesterday I suddenly felt uneasy about what he asked. It seemed a cryptic question or it was only me who was being too skeptical about things wasn’t. It took me longer to answer so he looked at me. “There would be no mistake that shouldn’t be forgiven.” Maybe it would be safe to answer that way. Anger shouldn’t be underestimated. No matter how kind, compose, and calm a person was, when anger took over it would be hard to pull yourself together.