Quotes About Fury

Anger - use it, but don't lose it!

An angry man is always a stupid man.

We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.

Anger is short-lived madness.

Anger is a brief lunacy.

Anger is a momentary madness.

The full potentialities of human fury cannot be reached until a friend of both parties tactfully intervenes.

Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.

If anger proceeds from a great cause, it turns to fury; if from a small cause, it is peevishness; and so is always either terrible or ridiculous.

I am a giant squid of anger.

Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.

How can there be such anger in the minds of the gods?

That which an enraged woman can accomplish.

Your ambition has cost you dear, sir," Hal said, trying to keep a rein on his fury. In victory a true warrior must show forbearance, his father had once said. He must not give in to the base instinct for revenge.

The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

King. O THOU to whose fury the nations are But as dust! maintain thy servant's right. Without thine aid, the twisted mail, and spear, And forged helm, and shield of seven times beaten brass, Are idle trophies of the vanquisher.

It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. That was all I wanted, he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years.

Liar! Liar! shrieked suddenly from the now open trap door. Miracle Max whirled. Back, Witch-- he commanded. I'm not a witch, I'm your wife-- she was advancing on him now, an ancient tiny fury--and after what you've just done I don't think I want to be that any more--

His fists raised, his cheeks flushed with rage, his whole body trembling, the man stood there in front of me, beside himself with fury and having lost all self-control. After each outburst Hitler would stride up and down the carpet edge, then suddenly stop immediately before me and hurl his next accusation in my face. He was almost screaming, his eyes seemed to pop out of his head and the veins stood out in his temples.

Spit and blood!

Love and hope are infinitely more powerful than hate and fury.

Spite is anger which is afraid to show itself, it is an impotent fury conscious of its impotence.

Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.

He looked at her, and the fury expressed in her face alarmed and amazed him. He did not understand how his pity for her exasperated her. She saw in him sympathy for her, but not love.