When it finally came, the anger had not left me.

In this hour of agony, all hate and anger have left us.

The anger left me and I felt cold again.

After a moment, the anger left her and she stood aside.

My anger had left me; I saw his hurt was mortal.

By the time he returned to the first floor, the anger was leaving his body.

He looked into his friend's eyes, and the anger left him.

As he sat there the anger left him and fear began to grow.

The anger left him in a rush and he laughed, taking his mother's hand.

His anger left him as he got lost in a memory.