Love does not get angry, irritated, resentful or impatient. And a righteous rage? Oxymoronic. Love is a state of being. Unlike the emotions, it has no opposite
A Course in Miracles provides the sine qua non for the treatment of anger, even if it’s received like a slap in the face: “I am never upset for the reason I think.”
The problem with being a perfectionist is that nothing is perfect. I cannot be a perfectionist without at the same time being humourless, self-righteous, impatient and lemon-faced.
There is no escape from victimhood until we realize that we are responsible for our suffering. This doesn’t mean we’re in control of what happens—we’re not—but we are in complete control of our response to what happens. I can be naked and bleeding and not be a victim. A victim is a victim of himself.
When a man is suddenly disgusted by his anger, by the absurdity of it, then he’s not angry anymore. He’s enlightened.