“For decades I continued to think of how I would get even with him - only to find out he had died many years ago.”
To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back — in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.
— Frederick Buechner
If we were to live, we had to be free of anger. The grouch and the brainstorm were not for us.
— Page 66 Alcoholics Anonymous
