Novel & Cerita A Soft Answer Turns Away Anger

--- Not fractured. --- Not chaotic. --- --- Quiet. --- --- Too quiet. --- --- The fisherman sat by the stove, unmoving. --- “I used to get angry faster,” he said. --- --- The São Paulo teacher nodded slowly. --- “Me too.” --- --- Riven looked at Charlotte. --- “This is worse.” --- --- Charlotte didn’t disagree. --- “Yes.” --- --- Because anger— --- Conflict— --- Resistance— --- They were not flaws. --- --- They were signals. --- --- And now—

He frowned and Abby’s brows clenched and gave me a sad smile. “I don’t like it one bit, but okay. I trust you’ll tell me soon. Whatever it is that is hurting you I will make sure I will make things right, and if it’s a person, I’ll make sure to pay him or her a visit.” He said with affirmation. That’s exactly what I didn’t want, but I know it’s anger he is speaking with and that is why we have to calm down before we speak or act when we feel that emotion. He should know, it’s in the bible.

His message was about forgiveness—a topic that struck a deep chord with Adrian. The priest spoke about the necessity of forgiving others "from your heart," referencing Matthew 18:35, the conclusion of the Parable of the Unforgiving Servant. His words resonated with Adrian. Forgiveness was not just an outward act, the priest said. It had to be sincere, a true release of anger and bitterness. The priest emphasized that holding on to grudges and hurt only weighed a person down, adding unnecessary pressure and burden. By not forgiving, one only brought pain and hatred into their own heart.

James 1:19-20 "Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God. We are warned again in James to be slow to anger." Lately I've been very fast to anger. With the whole marriage thing I've found myself neglecting some of the teachings I gathered as a Christian. I always tell myself that I should learn to accept God's will and I don't know if this is His will or not but I've been rejecting it because of my own selfish reasons. I might be married to Blake but I'm not in love with him and this doesn't mean I have to fall in love with him. It's just a minor setback that will be resolved

Angel piped up after toweling the sweat off her beautiful skin. "Nobody said it is bad to fight with emotion. In fact, you've got to harbour enough anger to be able to hit someone, yeah?" Angel nodded. "And while it ideal to fight with a little bit of passion, a lot of emotion clouds the mind from making certain judgement that could be detrimental to you, if not swift enough." Fuhad explained my teachings in his own words and sported the ghost of a smile as my mind went down that memory lane.

"Save your preaching for when you find yourself in their shoes. It's clear you're in need of therapy too, with all that anger seething inside you." My hands dug into the table. There was a heavy silence that hung in the air, suffocating the room with its weight. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, the anger coursing through my veins like poison. But as much as I wanted to unleash all that poison upon her, I couldn't stoop to her level. Not because she deserved any ounce of my respect, but because I knew that resorting to her tactics would only fuel the fire of hatred. She wanted a reaction and I was not going to give her that win. I let my hands go from the table and swallowed.

He asked. “…it broke,” I added. “You should’ve understood by now that anger isn’t the result of anything. If you fight with anger, if you work with anger, if you dwell in anger, you’re nothing less than nothing. You—” “Is that why you’re always calm?” I impatiently whispered. “Hmm,” the alpha slightly grinned. “You’re a really smart woman, Amber.”

“How are you.” I looked at the three pieces on my screen. At the pointed questions and the sharpened implication and the coordinated timing of a Saturday morning designed to find me in my pyjamas before my defences were up. “I’m angry,” I said. He was quiet for a moment. “Good.” “Good.” “Better than the alternative.” His voice was even. “Anger means you’re still standing in it rather than under it.”

Then asked: "Do you know what anger does?" Jessica shrugged. "It makes people fight." The old man shook his head. "No." His voice was soft. Thoughtful. "Anger convinces people that pain gives them permission." The sentence lingered. Jessica frowned. "What does that mean?" Henri looked toward an old photograph of Claire. Smiling from another lifetime. "It means the more someone hurts..." His eyes returned to Jessica. "...the easier it becomes to justify hurting others." The words unsettled her. Because somewhere inside she knew they were true.

"Because anger doesn't solve anything." Sophia stared at her. She wanted Rose to argue. But Rose remained calm, unbothered. As if Sophia's anger couldn't touch her at all. That made Sophia feel foolish, like she was throwing stones into the ocean. No matter how much noise she made….nothing changed. Her eyes slowly reddened. "I hate you," she repeated softly. Rose smiled at her sweetly. “I know you don't mean it Sophia. You love me just as much as I love you. The situation now is just making you angry at me but it's okay.” There was no hostility in Rose's voice which caught Sophia off guard.