Quotes About Fury

I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the people there was none with me: for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.

A popular dramatist, Phrynichus, staged a play on the subject of the fall of Miletus. It was a hit and spectators wept at the moving reenactment. This did not do Phrynichus any good. He had laid bare their emotions and people were furious. They made him pay a heavy fine for reminding them of a real-life tragedy with which they were only too painfully familiar. They decreed that no drama on this subject should ever be presented again.

A book about me? He's putting me in his book? I don't want to be in his fucking book! I want my lawyer in this room. If he puts me in his book, I'll fucking sue him.

I think I need a psychiatrist because I do believe I am mentally disturbed in some way.

Hell hath no fury like a liberal arts major scorned.

One should never underestimate the murderous rage of children.

Pero tales cosas por lo visto no se toman en consideración en el momento decisivo, en ninguno de los continentes, ni en Europa ni en América, sino antes bien se toman decisiones según el rapto de furia del primer momento y conforme a la primera sentencia que salga de la boca.

Wilder has only got a puncher's chance. He can't outbox Fury, Fury is like a magician when it comes to movement. He holds Wilder's card, he can see his punches coming.

I watched Tyson Fury vs Deontay Wilder 1 in America. I was in Miami at the time. We went out to watch it and it was a great fight. I thought Tyson Fury won the fight. I thought he was very unlucky not to get the decision.

He's certainly got the power, Fury. He hurt Wilder in the first fight. But he's never really been that guy to go for the big knockouts. He showboats, he's got good movement, he's quick - but he's not the type to go and bang someone out.

It is a struggle; for though the black man fights passively, he nevertheless fights; and his passive resistance is more effective at present than active resistance could possibly be. He bears the fury of the storm as does the willow tree.

I was trying to contain a surprise bubble of exultation bobbing in the anger I have always tried to keep bottled up. Fury lived inside me under pressure. Now it all started going off inside my body like popped corks; the rage-champagne and feral glee were foaming out.

Fury lived in me under pressure. Now it all started going off inside my body like popped corks; the rage champagne and feral glee were foaming out.

The rage she felt was a real thing, you could almost take it out of her and see it, like a red mist.

It seemed that a woman should remember the night a new life began inside her. Such a miracle should not be the result of routine or an ordinary coming together. Life should begin in a cataclysm of heat and fury bathed in the sweat of passion and urgency.

A line came into my mind, something that Hannah Arendt once said about the poet Auden: that life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face.

In contrast, the rule of godliness is to recognize that God's hand is the sole judge and governor of every fortune, and because His hand is not recklessly driven to fury, it distributes to us both good and ill according to His orderly righteousness.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Must I at length the Sword of Justice draw? Oh curst Effects of necessary Law! How ill my Fear they by my Mercy scan, Beware the Fury of a Patient Man.

Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

The killing beast that cannot killSwells and swells in his fury tillYou'd almost think it was despair.

But I just want a little more time to be angry. My hands still feel jittery from fear and fury but now i'm supposed to manage forgiveness. Or else I'm the monster.

that the human condition was so obviously exposed to the blind fury of chance that to trust in a God, a Jesus, the Holy Spirit—this last a completely superfluous entity, it was there only to make up a trinity, notoriously nobler than the mere binomial father-son—was the same thing as collecting trading cards while the city burns in the fires of hell.

It wasn't innocent blood. To my father nothing about Amalia ever seemed innocent. He, so furious, so bitter and yet so eager for pleasure, so irascible and so egotistical, couldn't bear that she had a friendly, at times even joyful, relationship with the world. He recognized in it a trace of betrayal.