Quotes About Fury

Hatred is the fury of those who do not share our goals, and its object is death and destruction.

Brooding, simmering and raging in the ground, deep beneath the earth that once loved him, Ouranos compressed all his fury and divine energy into the very rock itself, hoping that one day some excavating creature somewhere would mine it and try to harness the immortal power that radiated from within. That could never happen, of course. It would be too dangerous. Surely the race had yet to be born that could be so foolish as to attempt to unleash the power of uranium?

Hear me proclaim this, you loathsome turd from the ass of Typhon.

Sometimes they need help in the form of a furie running at them, her mouth open in a scream, her eyes white hot, her heart forever pure.

Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that made her feel confused about herself. It also made her feel a little stronger.

His single-minded purpose. His unending fury.

Someone engulfed by fury cannot think rationally.

The silence was pregnant with noise, with muted fury, with questions the father found too disgusting to frame and with answers to which the son was incapable of giving voice.

Conned any other women out of their valuables lately ?" she says quietly, so quietly that only he will hear it. "Nope. I've been too busy stealing handbags and seducing the vulnerable." Her head shoots up and his eyes lock on hers. He is, she sees with some shock, as furious as she is.

I was so furious, you see, that all around me were things that could move and bend and grow and reproduce, and my son- my vital, charismatic, beautiful boy- was just this thing. Immobile, wilted, bloodied, suffering.

It was nice to feel something other than anxiety, or mute fury, the twin emotions that seemed to make up so much of my daily life.

If God should only withdraw his hand from the floodgate, it would immediately fly open, and the fiery floods of the fierceness and wrath of God would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and would come upon you with omnipotent power; and if your strength were ten thousand times greater than it is, yea, ten thousand times greater than the strength of the stoutest, sturdiest devil in hell, it would be nothing to withstand or endure it. The

I began to enjoy myself: being apoplectic's quite invigorating.

Whether the berserker is beneath humanity as an animal, above it as a god, or both, he is cut off from all human community when he is in this state. No living human has any claim on him, not even the claim of being noticed and remembered.

Not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole.

When evil strikes and fury wakes, Then love will face the choice it makes. Death will free the loyal friend. As it began, so shall it end. Bound to the beast, you play your part-- The comfort of the aching heart.

Barbarians!' he roared. 'Filthy barbarians!

Bluestar blinked. "There are cats who would argue that there should never have been a fifth Clan in the forest at all. Why are there four oaks at Fourtrees, if not to stand for the four Clans?" Firestar gazed up at the massive oak trees, then back at Bluestar. Fury pure as a lighting flash rushed through his body. "Are you mouse-brained?" he snarled. "Are you telling me SkyClan had to leave because there weren't enough trees?

I'll flay Tigerstar! I'll scatter his entrails from here to Twolegplace! -Cloudtail

Having fun?" Instantly Squirrelpaw's head whipped around and her green eyes flashed fury at him. "That's right, have a good laugh, you stupid furball!

I know, Fireheart. You've always been loyal, not like those others." As if the strength of her fury had exhausted her, she limped back to her bedding.

I'm going. But I'll be back; you can be sure of that. I'll be revenged on you all!" He padded unevenly away from the Highrock. As he drew close to Fireheart he paused, drawing his lips back in a snarl. "And as for you . . ." he hissed. "Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crow-food.

A wise man once said that no one should call himself 'Dr.' unless he has delivered a child," Epstein wrote. "Think about it, Dr. Jill, and forthwith drop the doc."14 The media reacted with unmitigated scorn and fury. Dr. Jill, they said, was not merely a doctor—she was the greatest doctor since Jonas Salk.

I was not that man: I didn't hate and fear all women. I was a one-woman misogynist. If I despised only Amy, focused all my fury and rage and venom on the one woman who deserved it, that didn't make me my father. That made me sane.