Quotes About Fury

Homelessness advocates often level serious charges at people who disagree with their view of the problem and the solution. In the early 1990s, a Harvard sociologist who wrote a book on homelessness noted, "those who see the homeless as passive victims of circumstances beyond their control often react to [the evidence of service refusal] with a mixture of fury and disbelief.

Donald Trump and his tiny band of campaign warriors were ready to lose with fire and fury. They were not ready to win. *

If you go personally to war, you cross the line yourself. You sacrifice ideals for survival and the fury of killing. That alters you forever. That is why no one rushes to be a veteran. Think before you want to change so unalterably. The stakes are not merely one's life, but one's very humanity.

Beyond the room, the night was lashing itself to an impotent fury of wind and rain. Mary thought how strange it was to think that only a few inches of wall separated the placid cosiness of the sitting-room from the howling, streaming darkness. Houses were very defiant things.

She thought of the boy thrown into the cauldron of war, the girl beset by various bigotries, her life in danger, and saw how unjust it all was, her fury limitless for a few moments. And she felt a sense of shame, something akin to accusation from them towards her and her generation, for not having constructed a better world to welcome and contain their beauty, to house their spirit. —

These predators loved with wild fury, but they were also darkly possessive, crossing the boundary into what humans might term obsession.

Don't tell me you don't wonder, don't th—" "I fucking don't!" He grabbed her upper arms, held her in place, the raw fury in his voice a wild thing. "I made my choice, and I chose you. Don't you do this. Don't you destroy us.

Furious defiance burned under his skin.

Allowing his own power to rise, he felt his wings begin to glow. "You carry no babe." Silence, her shock morphing rapidly into fury. "An accusation of deliberate falsehood! You incite a war!

I hope instead she rages!

Dead men couldn't fight. Only living men, fuming at injustice and enraged at the loss of their fellows, fought, and won wars.

On February the fourteenth, 1890, I was born. Everybody was furious, especially my Father, who still is. As soon as I became conscious of anything I was furious too...

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

But actually glasses are the worst. Any sense of your face disappears when you put them on. Glasses obstruct whatever emotions that might appear on your face—passion, grace, fury, weakness, innocence, sorrow. And it's curious how it becomes impossible to try to communicate with your eyes. Glasses are like a ghost.

Folk och härar han utplånar med sin vredes svärd. Domens tunga klockor dånar över mänskans värld.

He was more angry than he'd been in years, and helpless to do anything about it.

A cólera é tão exaltante e vertiginosa como a volúpia.

But even in the full flower of her fury, Carceret was perfectly in control. She didn't lash out wildly or snarl at me. She kept her words inside her, burning them like fuel.

She stamped her foot. She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

Dio un pisotón. Deseó que aquella cosa glotona tuviera diarrea durante una semana. Deseó que se cagara de arriba abajo y de abajo arriba, y que luego se cayera por una grieta y perdiera su nombre y se muriese sola y vacía y hueca en la oscuridad furiosa.

To encapsulate the prosecution's theory concerning motive, a central element in the case, he offered a quote from William Congreve that he said applied to Lazarus: "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

The LORD goes forth like a mighty man, Like a man of war He stirs up His fury; He cries out, He shouts aloud; He shows Himself mighty against His foes. Is 42:13

J'ai la fureur d'aimer. Mon cœur si faible est fou. (...) Qu'y faire ? Ah, laisser faire!

We all possess the thunder of pure fury and the calm breeze of tranquility. If it wasn't for tomorrow, how much would we get done today? Whatever your purpose... embrace it completely. Get lost in the clouds every now and then so you never lose sight of God's wonder.