Quotes About Rage

I bring rage out. I do bring rage out. I always have. I don't know if that's an asset or a liability, but whatever it is, I do." Presidential candidate Donald J. Trump in an interview with Bob Woodward and Robert Costa on March 31, 2016, at the Old Post Office Pavilion, Trump International Hotel, Washington, D.C.

I bring rage out. I do bring rage out. I always have. I don't know if that's an asset or a liability, but whatever it is, I do.

The man is an undeveloped homicidal maniac.

Darkness. Blindness. Fear. Fury. They're all the same thing.

He stomped away like a pint-sized Godzilla looking for Tokyo.

His version of conservative populism played into the nativism, racism, sexism, insular xenophobic nationalism, and white rage that all had deep histories in this country. Not only were these uglier values part of the American political tradition, but in varying degrees they had served as a foundation of the strategies used by politicians who championed white working-and middle-class Americans. Trump just took it to another level and did so without any sense of hesitation or shame.

They say nothing!" the little captain raged. "They only putrid gunner, ship engineer. I, Ba-Karkar, must speak for all!" Ogu kicked him again. "Then ask what kind help Asahel wants, untranslatable epithet male. Or no more untranslatable for you! Never again in putrid boomer prison." Her husband gave a choked gasp. "Cruel female!" "No more sex, either," she added.

It was hard to let go of rage these days. It kept the body warm when hope had become elusive.

am I to spend all the best part of my life in this wretched bondage, forcibly suppressing my rage at the idleness the apathy and the hyperbolical & most asinine stupidity of these fatheaded oafs and on compulsion assuming an air of kindness, patience & assiduity?

Her rage filled the house, flat stale smoke. It got into everything, into our hair and our food, like the fallout they talked to us about in school that would one day drift down soft as snow.

You have dreams where she's talking to you like in the old days- in that sweet Spanish of the Cibao, no sign of rage, of disappointment. And then you wake up.

grief saw nothing but itself, grief saw every speck of pain in the world; grief spread its wings large like an eagle, grief huddled small like a porcupine; grief needed company, grief craved solitude; grief wanted to remember, wanted to forget; grief raged, grief whimpered; grief made time compress and contract; grief tasted like hunger, felt like numbness, sounded like silence

Gone was the slightest implication of compassion if it had ever existed before. "I have seen young boys burned alive," he said. "I have seen Iranian and Iraqi boys tearing each other literally with their nails and teeth. It is raging hate against raging hate.

If I read something on the news that really irritates me, I get my rageful venting out on Twitter. I'm more of my light side on Instagram.

With terrorists, whether al-Fatah or Black September or the new, supposedly religious breed, the rage and the hatred come first.

Whoever has provoked men to rage against him has always gained a party in his favor, too.

There burned in him a love without object that shattered his inner being. At the slightest inducement, the flames of passion would break out; but soon, from pride or willfulness, this passion seemed to scorn its object and would turn back, doubly enraged, on itself and him, in order to feed on the core of his heart.

Strikes made with precision, a moment of oneness with the weapon. He forgot his worries, forgot his failures, forgot even his rage. Just Kaladin and a spear. As the world was meant to be.

Thus you know the fury of my anger, fell beast.

If you trade your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.

The world feels high lonesome and heartbroken to me right now. We've sorted ourselves into factions based on our politics and ideology. We've turned away from one another and toward blame and rage. We're lonely and untethered. And scared. So damn scared.

I think we should be born with a warning label similar to the ones that come on cigarette packages: Caution: If you trade in your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.

Caution: If you trade in your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.

When I was growing up, there was a lot of unpredictable behavior and intense emotion. There was intense love and there was intense rage. There was intense laughter and intense hurt. But even the good times were dicey, because they could turn in an instant.