Quotes About Fury

Do you ever feel so angry that you think you could devour the whole world and still not be satisfied?

Mad as a dog. Mad as a god.

He peers down at me. 'You're a liar,' he says, eyes glittering with fury. 'A dirty, mortal liar.

In that moment, she sprang on him and tore him to pieces.

I became a snarling beast, clawing and biting, barely aware of anything but pain.

Cardan looks at me with helpless rage... The fury in his eyes is familiar, the glitter of them like banked fire, like coals burning hotter than flames ever could. This time I deserve it. I promised he was going to be able to walk away from the Court and all its manipulations. I promised he would be free from all this. I lied.

I lost your cloak,' I croak up at him, my voice coming out all breath. He peers down at me. 'You're a liar,' he says, eyes glittering with fury. 'A dirty, mortal liar.' I close my eyes again against the harshness of his words.

It was interesting that fury and fear could look so much the same.

His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.

Fury is the best fuel of all. It is so clean, so marvelous, so ruthless. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, rage against evil is better than sorrow. Sorrow can't balance the scales.

A carpet of despair which lay underneath the levels of fury.

rained for three days. Thunder rumbled like cannon fire, lightning cracked and spit in the darkness. Then, when the storm's fury had weakened, the horizon lay

Fury would be her downfall, she'd been told...Fury would push her over the edge of sanity.

They are the three venues I wanted to box in - I wasn't really interested in Las Vegas and all of them places. The three I always said was Croke Park, United, and Madison Square Garden.

The fury of the pounding that had killed Klein was completely psychotic, of course—but the fact that it had been so thorough, and had taken such a very long time, was far beyond normal, comfortable, homicidal insanity, and I found it very disturbing. It had required remarkable strength, endurance, and, most frightening by far, a cool control during the whole wild process so as not to go too far and cause death too soon, before all the bones were broken. And

Hell hath no fury like a middle-aged woman in a fuzzy pink robe, hopped up on a winning combination of allergy medicine, Alias reruns, and anger.

She felt a great, impotent rage sweep through her, fury at the war, and the politicians who'd sent so many young men to be maimed or killed.

His nostrils flared, he was breathing like a picadored bull.

When Ráva?, dreaded warrior, knew The slaughter of his giant crew: Ráva?, the king, whose name of fear Earth, hell, and heaven all shook to hear: He bade the fiend Márícha aid The vengeful plot his fury laid. In vain the wise Márícha tried To turn him from his course aside: Not Ráva?'s self, he said, might hope

El tiempo se me va de las manos y estoy furioso por la apatía de mis miembros. Y de la furia estoy a punto de perder el conocimiento.

You know how when a woman gets angry, really angry, she can reach way back into herself and find rage enough to blow any man to pieces

A man driven by rage may stumble, in his passion, onto truth.

Death makes me mad. Human and animal suffering make me mad; whenever one of my cats dies I curse God and I mean it; I feel fury at him. I'd like to get him here where I could interrogate him, tell him that I think the world is screwed up, that man didn't sin and fall but was pushed -- which is bad enough -- but was then sold the lie that he is basically sinful, which I know he is not.

ferocious and meaningless screams.