Quotes About Rage

Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul!

Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant, And for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorred commands, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent ministers And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine, within which rift Imprisoned thou didst painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill wheels strike.

We cannot but obey the powers above us. Could I rage and roar as doth the sea She lies in, yet the end must be as 'tis.

In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

The danger is especially apparent if the young person is affected by what has been termed "incomplete mourning"—has, in effect, been unable to achieve the catharsis of grief, and so carries within himself through later years an insufferable burden of which rage and guilt, and not only dammed-up sorrow, are a part, and become the potential seeds of self-destruction. In

Attempts to deescalate the situation did not work, and I guess it's easy for me to say as she was the hurt party, but where she took this rage crossed the line from understandable to unforgivable and then to unconscionable. Not only was it malignant to me but horrendous for poor Dylan, who had just turned seven and was too young to have any perspective.

Tantrum time, rage, anxiety, depression, genetics, Miltown.

Demons!' someone shouted in the common speech. 'Sorcerers! Blasphemers!' Han looked up in surprise to see the black-robed priest charging down the steps, swinging the broom over his head like a weapon, his face contorted with rage.

And the churches are full of those who fear God's wrath. And those who plead for mercy which is the opposite of wrath. No, no, I do not feel sorry for those who die of hunger. What I feel is rage. And I see no harm in stealing to eat.

If abandoned rage asks, Who should answer for this? / Say, the very blood of our lives eats composure up.

underscore the difficulty inherent in any attempt by black artists to metabolize real rage.

Our silence, our refusal of discomfort, our willful blindness, the shut-down feeling that refuses engagement, the rage that cancels complexity of response are also strategies. So is the need for answers and new strategies. The call for a strategy is a strategy, and I both respect and understand the necessity of that call.

There is a pause, while she turns the great pages of her volume of rage, and puts her finger on just the right word.

There is a pause, while she turns the great pages of her volume of rage, and puts her finger on just the right word. 'What you say, Cromwell, is…contemptible.

Och det har till sist börjat gå upp för mig som en aning -: det är kanske icke meningen att man skall förstå livet. Allt detta raseri att förklara och förstå, all denna sanningsjakt är kanske en avväg.

Do you ever feel so angry that you think you could devour the whole world and still not be satisfied?

Mad as a dog. Mad as a god.

I do not need a tongue for her to read the rage in my eyes.

Charlie's fingers closed around the bat and she pushed herself to her feet, shaking with adrenaline and fear and rage. With no good ideas, she was going to go for the bad one. They better carve that on her tomb. The Charlie Hall credo.

I became a snarling beast, clawing and biting, barely aware of anything but pain.

I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

It's what you do to yourself when you go mad with rage. You have no idea how much you can hurt yourself with your own strength.

she thought about that too much and all it implied she could tap into a great well of rage, so she didn't think about it. That was the secret of a happy marriage: step away from the rage.