Quotes About Fury

She lost her fury. He'd had none. That's how you win, in the end.

But his own mind was helpless against every moment's headline. He did nothing but leap into the mass of changes and explore them and all the tiny facets so eventually he was completely governed by fears of certainty. He distrusted it in anyone but Nora for there it went to the spine, and yet he attacked it again and again in her, cruelly, hating it, the sure lanes of the probable. Breaking chairs and window glass doors in fury at her certain answers. [15-16]

Who has never exploded in a fury does not know love either.

If you get killed. I'm going to be furious." "I love you too. Come On.

and the same man who spends so many days and nights in fury and despair at losing some office or at some imaginary affront to his honour is the very one who knows that he is going to lose everything through death and feels neither anxiety nor emotion.

In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

More than one soldier wondered if, at last, the French had found a magician of their own; the French infantrymen appeared much taller than ordinary men and the light in their eyes as they drew closer burnt with an almost supernatural fury. But this was only the magic of Napoleon Buonaparte, who knew better than any one how to dress his soldiers so they would terrify the enemy, and how to deploy them so that any onlooker would think them indestructible.

Monologue At 3 AM Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching you are a million green counties from here, than to sit mute, twitching so under prickling stars, with stare, with curse blackening the time goodbyes were said, trains let go, and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from my one kingdom.

feeding on the furies of cassandra, she prophesys and hears the "falling glass and toppling masonry" of troy while hector pats her torn and tangled hair and murmurs: "There, there, mad sister.

And then there are the many many times I have given myself to that fury and that death which is loving you, and I am, to my own knifing hurt, more faithful than is kind to my peace and my wholeness. I live in two worlds and as long as we are apart, I always shall.

Imagine an infinite love that is unconditional. That can't be provoked or threatened. In that love you'll see fear for what it truly is: a shadow." She was beside herself with joy. "Imagine that! Shadows that we've gone into agreement with. But in love, the Fury vanish, because there is no fear in love, just like there's no darkness in light.

She was twenty-three and single, still living on the streets in San Francisco, when Sylous first promised her true sight and a community that would follow her. They would find a place in the hills of Tennessee, hidden away for them alone. A terrible tribulation was coming to the world, he'd said, but he would protect them from that Fury if they followed him.

I turned and saw her—the beautiful woman who was either a Fury of a totally different kind than any I'd imagined, or an angel.

Think of me as your guiding light. But you must also know that what you call the Fury are not all the same.

Terrifying creatures without heads or feet. Death hiding in black shrouds. But the death called Fury had teeth and claws, and they'd tortured and toyed with his mind and body for hours. Manipulated and exposed his deepest fears and doubts, broken his mind and his body. Trust us and we will leave you alone. Surrender to us and we'll keep you safe from harm. We are friends. We are you.

Fury couldn't cross the red rope. They couldn't be inside Haven Valley. So she couldn't be a Fury. "Like I said, I'm Wisdom, here to protect you." Bobbie smiled.

Darkness. Blindness. Fear. Fury. They're all the same thing.

I glanced around, hoping Bobbie would appear to give me some guidance. "She's not here now," Eli said. "I sent her away because I want you to listen to me before we go back to town." He had that power over her? I felt exposed there, but maybe he did have some power over the Fury.

When your mother had confronted your brother about Mrs. del Orbe he didn't deny it. What do you want, Ma? Se metío por mis ojos. Por mis ojos my ass, she had said. Tú te metiste por su culo. That's true, your brother admitted cheerily. Y por su boca. And then your mother puched him, helpless with shame and fury, which only made him laugh.

When your mother had confronted your brother about Mrs. del Orbe he didn't deny it. What do you want, Ma? Se metío por mis ojos. Por mis ojos my ass, she had said. Tú te metiste por su culo. That's true, your brother admitted cheerily. Y por su boca. And then your mother punched him, helpless with shame and fury, which only made him laugh.

Anybody who recognizes Israel will burn in the fire of the Islamic nation's fury.

Beware of him that is slow to anger; for when it is long coming, it is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept. Abused patience turns to fury.

Jealousy feeds upon suspicion, and it turns into fury or it ends as soon as we pass from suspicion to certainty.

Somewhere between the sterile, absolute, and empty formulae of reductionist, totalitarian science and the earnest, hostile, excessively certain make-believe of religious fundamentalism, there is a beautiful place. There is room in this place for honesty. For tenderness. For fury. For wonder. For hope. For mistakes. For paradox. For grace.