Quotes About Fury

Each of them, living, was intolerable to the other, and in fury, they fell to it.

I told her about how people in families felt left out sometimes, and how that could result in disappointment or sadness but also become something more volatile, a kind of uncontrolled fury.

Anger is a short madness.

Por lo general, los que defienden su tranquilidad, son los que están lejos de su propia furia.

No wonder Satan is furious. . . . Think of all that he had already given up. He could no longer be a prophet who could speak for God. He could no longer be a priest who would direct worship to God. He who wished to be like God has ended up the most unlike Him. In short, it was all loss and no gain.

I'm the man they call Sudden Death and General Desolation! Sired by a hurricane, dam'd by an earthquake…. When I'm playful I use the meridians of longitude and parallels of latitude for a seine, and drag the Atlantic Ocean for whales! I scratch my head with the lightning and purr myself to sleep with the thunder!

The future is not as loud as war, but it is relentless. It has a terrible fury all its own.

Fury is a cloud that leaves my mind empty and my heart black.

He threw his head back and let his disbelief and fury break free. The sound was pain-filled and fearsome, the cry of a wounded beast. It reverberated through the trees, bouncing off the walls of the valley, the echoes doubling back into one agonized, unbroken roar.

As I have always both offered and desired peace so that I might devote myself to quieter and more useful studies, and have stormed with such great fury merely for the purpose of overwhelming my unequal opponents by the volume and violence of words no less than of intellect, I not only gladly ceased but also joyfully and thankfully considered this suggestion a very welcome kindness to me, provided our hope could be realized.

The heart that can no longer love passionately, must with fury hate

The Komizar rages with enough venom to make your general look like a whimpering kitten.

it. Philosophy may instruct men to be calm under their troubles; but Christianity teaches them to be joyful, because such exercises proceed from love and not fury in God.

The fury began before she was old enough to give it a name. When she arrived at the hospital, dragged through the door into the red era of soul science, her fury was called hysteria, as if it had nothing to do with her, and she became we. and we became the disease that said we wanted to steal, to falsely accuse, to set things on fire. Fine, let it burn.

This thing that men call justice, this blind snake that strikes men down in the dark, mindless with fury, keep your hand back from it, pass by in silence.

There was a wonder in it, and who needs to talk of such wonders? We nestle them away, deep in the fury at the center of us, where things can be held tightly, protected, and secretly cherished as a special notion we once held, then had to stow away.

Peace, hands and mouth smeared with chocolate pudding, blinks and says nothing. Happy frowns. Bliss, firmly ensconced on Liesel's hip, babbles something so cute and precious it would be nice to take a second to appreciate it, but Liesel is caught between her genuine and somewhat frightening fury and her shame at realizing that she's turned into everything she swore she'd never be.

What if she's all I give you in this life of ours, my love?" she asked quietly. "Then I'll shout at the goddess in fury," he said fiercely. "I'll beg to know why I've been given so much when other men have so little.

There was a caged fury to him. A feralness that seeped out of every pore. "Do you know when the next train to Yass is coming?" I had asked. "Go to hell," he said, but there was a desolate fear in his eyes and I couldn't look away. "Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated." And for reasons I will never understand, I received a smile from Jonah Griggs, and there was a yearning in it, touching a nerve inside me that still freaks me out to this day.

What if she's all I give you in this life of ours, my love?" she asked quietly. "Then I'll shout at the goddess in fury," he said fiercely. "I'll beg to know why I've been given so much when other men have so little.

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

I'm not bloodthirsty, but...seriously, she killed you. She needs to be dead.

I was so mad!

With a rage he mistook for certainty...