Quotes About Rage

daddy and it contained within it the prospect of living and the hope of dying, of endings and beginnings, of love and loss and peace and rage, all wrapped up in two whispered syllables.

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

Mind you, I don't know why people get so fixated on happiness, which always eludes them, when there are so many other invigorating experiences available, like rage, jealousy, disgust, and so forth." - Some Hope

selfishness, rage. Since you were so eager to please, others could ignore your needs when, in fact, yours were often greater than theirs. This would only fuel your anger. But such feelings may have been so frightening that you buried them. The fear of their breaking out would become yet another source of "unreasonable" fears and nightmares.

The reasonableness of others and my own desire for tranquility got on my nerves. The breath built up in my throat, ready to vibrate with words of rage. I felt the need to quarrel, and in fact I quarreled first with our male friends, then with their wives or girlfriends, and finally I went on to clash with anyone, male or female, who tried to help me accept what was happening to my life.

Finally she cried with rage and at the same time maternal pride, "What happened when I conceived you, an accident, a hiccup, a convulsion, the lights went out, a bulb blew, the basin of water fell off the night table? Certainly there must have been something, if you were born so intolerable, so different from the others.

o sonho de um progresso sem limites é na verdade um pesadelo cheio de fúria e de morte.

Desde hacía un tiempo yo no distinguía entre zonas públicas y privadas, no me importada que la gente me oyera y juzgara, advertía un fuerte deseo de representar mi rabia como si estuviera sobre un escenario. Cógela, le grité, no la soporto

Am meisten fürchten müssen wir uns vor der Raserei verängstigter Menschen.

They were more severely infected than the men, because while men were always getting furious, they calmed down in the end; women, who appeared to be silent, acquiescent, when they were angry flew into a rage that had no end.

Anna despises two classes of people: first, those who own their own homes and have cars and families, and second, everybody else. Constantly she is on the verge of exploding. With rage. A pool of pure red. The pool is filled with speechlessness that talks away at her nonstop.

The Man's rage is huge. Moil and toil and turmoil, he's coming to the boil, time to cool the heat with a jet of foam. He wants the woman to take off her clothes right away. So that she measures up to his size. He wants to conduct his lightning into her. Not that his wildfire could ever be tamed by her, and anyway he has plenty of matches. To create himself anew, as often as need be.

A fever is an expression of inner rage.

It's not bad at all, getting a Nobel and making so many old fossils explode with rage.

The rage was in me, and if it wasn't for the rage, then I wouldn't know how to be calm. They feed off of each other. Just like when Malcolm X fed off Martin Luther King. They needed each other.

Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!

Music - not just the lyrics, but the music itself - expresses confused or illicit passions: rage, lust, envy, frustration, channeling these energies and creating an outlet for them.

Don't get me wrong: politicians have been lying for a long time, long before Donald Trump was born, but the degree of just nonstop rage, grievance, prevarication, I haven't seen, probably because we haven't had a direct line from a politician's id to the public before.

I can see parts of my father in 'Kingdom' when I rage like that. I can see my father's frustrations in his life.

If you listen to 'The Revolution Will Not Be Televised,' by Gil Scott-Heron, that album is dripping with rage.

All of civility depends on being able to contain the rage of individuals.

I have lived poverty. I didn't choose it. No one would choose humiliation, pain, and rage.

I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind. It's the rage that keeps me going.