Quotes About Rage

On the other hand, the disconnection of millions of young people from the possibility of a decent education, a job, and a fulfilling life fuels rage and violence that spill across borders. Without positive connections to schools, jobs, families, and visions of their future, they connect to destructive causes that make them feel like part of a larger whole.

O Dionysus, we feel you near, stirring like molten lava under the ravaged earth, flowing from the wounds of your trees in tears of sap, screaming with the rage of your hunted beasts.

The mind of a queen Is a thing to fear. A queen is used To giving commands, not obeying them; And her rage once roused is hard to appease.

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed… It can't be long before her sorrow turns, as sorrow always does, into rage.

Anger, The spring of all life's horror. - Medea

like an angry diamond

They say envy is a coal that comes hot and hissing straight from hell.

Ah! the anguish, the vile rage, the despair Of not being able to express With a shout, an extreme and bitter shout, The bleeding of my heart!

There is huge money to be made - by candidates, by book publishers, by merchandise peddlers - from small-dollar conservative consumers who are as enraged by their own party's establishment as they are the Obama White House.

He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.

I've tried many times to set out the case against the wicked fantasy of 'ADHD,' which usually earns me nothing but ignorant rage in return.

I have a raging temper. I'll shout and scream, then it passes like a wicked storm.

A revolution is not a painless march to the gates of freedom and justice. It is a struggle between rage and hope, between the temptation to destroy and the desire to build.

Rage Cola,' Theo said dramatically, before taking a sip. 'Looks delicious. Smells refreshing. Tastes like something scraped out of a monkey's arse crack.

The destructive impulse with respect to nature all too often has psychological causes that go beyond the greed for material resource or the need to domesticate an environment. There is too often a deliberate rage and vengefulness at work in the assault on nature and its species, as if one would project onto the natural world the intolerable anxieties of finitude which hold humanity hostage to death.

to transfer her rage after all. She wanted David Price dead. And then, for the first time, she truly understood Griffin. And then, for the first time, she had an inkling of an idea. The front door opened and shut. Laurie, who had gone out to get the mail, walked into the family room, sifting through the pile. She came

Securing permission is not always this easy. I've been thrown out of homes. Had beer bottles tossed at my head, vicious threats spewed in my face. For some, rage is easier to handle. And many families do have secrets to hide.

died of a seizure — some said brought on by rage

That night. It was buried so deep. A blessed amnesia can set in after trauma. You move away from the event and it takes on dreamlike qualities. It recedes from the day-to-day. But it's not gone, just submerged. When it surfaces, it brings up powerful emotions. Rage. Terror. Sadness like a well with no bottom.

A mixture of feelings- love, distaste, revulsion, pity- rose in my throat…There was an eternity to that moment, that see-sawing split- second when adoration clung and then lurched, spilling into chaos, rage, hate, anger: the desire to smash and embrace, love and destroy. Betrayal does that…Shows you how worthless love is, when its object is indifferent, ruthless, no more than a machine for surviving.

Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know... Ivan, one of these days somebody is going to pull out a weapon and plug you, and you're going to die in bewilderment, crying, What did I say? What did I say? What did I say? asked Ivan indignantly.

Uneasy awareness of his duty to report the truth to the sealmaster warred now with fear, in his heart. Fear and rage. Who placed that grotesque geas in me, and how? Why was I made a witless tool? And can it happen again?

You will rage and you will cry and you will ask God why. But you will always find yourself again, and you will never sell your soul to a man who cannot love you. If he cannot love you with all his heart and all his spirit as well, then you are better off without him.

She had already—carefully, obediently—stepped through all the stages of bereavement: anger, denial, bargaining, Häagen-Dazs, rage.