Quotes About Rage

The causes for my eating disorder ran along the usual lines: depression, an inability to express my rage, a desire to exert control, a desire to feel less, a desire to have my body express the things my voice could not. That, and I had gotten in the habit of believing it was better to take up less space.

Why do the nations rage, and the people plot a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord and against His Anointed. . . .

Saul of Tarsus. The young man's face was aflame with the same fiery vengeance that filled Ezra's heart. The elders dropped their cloaks of office by Saul's feet and moved forward as the crowd unfolded. That was how it seemed to Ezra. They were a human fist, cloaked not in their robes but in rage, and they flexed their fingers in preparation of doing away with the man who dared offend the Sanhedrin.

She wanted to scream her rage to the uncaring universe, but she couldn't breathe.

Breathe in, breath out. Oxygen is carcinogenic and likely puts a limit on our life span. It would be unwise though, to try to extend life by not breathing at all. Which of us doesn't do it? Either we loll in anaerobic stupor, too afraid to fill our lungs with risky beauty, or we roll out fire like dragons, destroying the world we love. I try not to burn up my world with rage. It is so hard.

It's good to meet you, Dr. Banner. Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.

Powerless rage can work miracles.

Marriage is such hard work. And it's full of rage and real human drama.

Most actors come from the streets, and their rise to fame is guided by a natural anger. It was harder to find that rage coming from a gentle background.

I grew up in a family that despised displays of strong emotion, rage in particular. We stewed. We sulked. When arguments did occur, they were full-scale conniptions, and we regarded them as family failings. Afterward, we withdrew from one another and tried our best to strike the event from our memories.

What humanizes the speaker's rage, what keeps the poem a poem, is the grief which colors it—we understand that the speaker's immoderation and anger come from deep personal injury. We recognize that the rage comes out of an experience of empathy, and that forcefield between love and denunciation moves us as much as Lear's rage on the mountainside. It amounts to the difference between poetic terrorism and poetic tragedy.

Yet, it ought to be obvious that good music generally occupies a higher plane that mere politics. Great writers can express moods through melody and capture experiences we share most powerfully - love, lust, longing joy, rage, fear triumph, yearning and confusion.

Violet really has a way of putting you in attack mode, you know it? BARBARA: She doesn't have anything to do with it. BILL: Don't you believe it. You feel such rage for her that you can't help dishing it my direction— BARBARA: I swear to God, you psychoanalyze me right now, I skin you.

It was the perfect set. Theseus gave a great war cry and brought his sword arcing up toward Sheba's throat - but the monster of the labyrinth lives inside us all. She is the dark, devouring hunger that is never sated, the creeping shadow that ever plays the fiend to our seraphim, the secret rage hidden in our hearts; deny her, and we become her slaves; fight her, and we make her invincible. By now, you must know that no monster can ever be killed, not really - […]

Trump's election wasn't about Trump. It was a throbbing middle finger in the face of America's ruling class. It was a gesture of contempt, a howl of rage, the end result of decades of selfish and unwise decisions made by selfish and unwise leaders. Happy countries don't elect Donald Trump president. Desperate ones do. In retrospect, the lesson seemed obvious: Ignore voters for long enough and you get Donald Trump.

I'm at full rage all the time. It can't get worse." "All the time?" Blue said wonderingly. "Really? Don't you get tired?" "Yes," she growled. "And that makes me furious, too.

Darkstalker spread his wings, looking deeply injured. His rage vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "It was not animus-touched. I didn't do anything to it at all. I just thought it was beautiful and that Fathom would like it. You have an overly suspicious mind, Violet." "Indigo," Fathom corrected him automatically, dazed.

What?" Undauntable could sense a new simmering rage building under his father's skin. "But there was a dead dragon! The last two spies said he has its tail!

You want us all to be snake-charmers and scorpion-eaters, he raged, at one point in their conversation ... Naturally, Eunice replied in her most provoking manner. It would be far preferable to being a nation of tenth-rate pseudo-civilized rug-sellers.

He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful. - Tim Latimer

pay her back for imaginary wrongs, or real wrongs she had not personally done him but had done representatively because she was of her race and of her colour, and he could not in his simple rage any longer distinguish between individual and crowd.

Raging politeness," this extreme friendliness is sometimes termed, but even if that is true, it is better than the cold stare or the averted eyes or the calculated snub I was used to in New England.

I suppose theres an anger in all of us. Some hidden rage that you keep at bay.

Anguish devours the mind, and furious rage, and hope than which the heart can bear no heavier burden, when it is long deferred.