Quotes About Rage

A friend once told me that that those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.

Bloody brutes!

MAKE RED YOUR CLAWS WITH HUMAN BLOOD…OBLITERATE THE HUMAN FILTH…" "Ooh, that's a nice song," said the Hogfly, ever polite.

He looked at her with curious cold rage. He was used to her. She was, as it were, embedded in his will. How dared she now go back on him, and destroy the fabric of his daily existence? How dared she try to cause this derangement of his personality!

Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)

I was a worshipper of the foolhardy and the melodramatic, a dreamer and a moper, raging at life and loving it, a mind in a chrysalis yet erupting with sudden bursts of maturity.

Women's liberation has touched off a resurgence of the women's struggle by giving public visibility and common analysis to an uneasiness and hostility that many women feel, but that had been confined until now to the personal sphere and thereby dismissed. Women are responding because, as one sister put it, women's liberation is simply organized rage against real oppression.

You go on by finding a channel for your love and another for your rage.

within the chaos of our shame and disappointment and rage there is meaning, and within that meaning is the possibility of rescue.

You go on by doing the best you can. You go on by being generous. You go on by being true. You go on by offering comfort to others who can't go on. You go on by allowing the unbearable days to pass and by allowing the pleasure in other days. You go on by finding a channel for your love and another for your rage.

With great patience, and eloquence, she assures her readers that within the chaos of our shame and disappointment and rage there is meaning, and within that meaning is the possibility of rescue.

How has your sense of despair contributed to your desire to positively impact your community? How have you countered ugliness by bringing beauty and hope to others through your work? In what ways has your rage, sorrow, and fear illuminated the path forward as you make change in the world? How might you embrace the less-desirable feelings you have about the meaning of your work so they can serve rather than stop you?

I never believed the boys were angry. I believed they were hurt and anger was the safest manifestation of their sorrow. It was the channel down which their impotent male rivers could rage.

In this sense, Tiny Beautiful Things can be read as a kind of ad hoc memoir. But it's a memoir with an agenda. With great patience, and eloquence, she assures her readers that within the chaos of our shame and disappointment and rage there is meaning, and within that meaning is the possibility of rescue.

You go on by doing the best you can. You go on by being generous. You go on by being true. You go on by offering comfort to others who can't go on. You go on by allowing the unbearable days to pass and allowing the pleasure in other days. You go on by finding a channel for your love and another for your rage.

All he knew was that the rage was still there, eating inside him, not with the slow stealth of a cancer, but with the rapid, careless ravening of a weasel gnawing at his entrails, or the constant alimentary torment that drives on the shark to his incessant feeding until only death gives him rest.

He'd read that rage remained forever in a place that had once nurtured it. "The spirit of the place.

Some men expend all the fury of a twelvemonth in one red-hot paragraph of five minutes.

Zorunsuzluk kültürü dünyaya yönelmesi muhtemel bir öfke kültürüdür ve bu kültürün a??r? ucu, dünyan?n y?k?m?na çal??makt?r.

I often thought men stank of rage; it is why I preferred women, and homosexuals.

Your angry and jealous and in the mood to do some forceful dentistry

The only thing that made the music different was that we were taking lyrics to places they had never been before. The thing that makes art interesting is when an artist has incredible pain or incredible rage. The New York bands were much more into their pain, while the English bands were much more into their rage. The Sex Pistols' songs were written out of anger, wheras Johnny was writing songs because he was brokenhearted over Sable...

was livid. I'm talking bed-bath-and-beyond pissed.

You know, sometimes you can be real scary. I don't what you were thinking back there when you took those shoes off, but all hair stood up on the back of my next. I had airport rage. Fuckin' A, Lula said.