The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable,
Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

What anger worse or slower to abate than lovers love when it turns to hate.

People will make you better or bitter, love them no matter what to avoid the latter.

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: anger that forgot where it came from.

Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice