His own anger turned into an overwhelming need to comfort.
He felt ready, his anger turned with focus to the task at hand.
His anger turned to something more elusive, dark, and troubled.
He was angry at himself, and that anger turned everything sour.
Her anger with the man was now turning to amusement.
But as the minutes passed, my anger turned to worry.
The anger in her eyes turned to something akin to hate.
His anger turned back on himself, but did not cause him to desist.
"About 10 years ago, we used to work every day," the man said, his anger turning to sadness.
This anger against others turned, as it frequently did, into a fight with themselves.
