Quotes About Rage

That, combined with the look of absolute rage on their faces, gave them the likeness of furies released from the depths to wage chaos on the living world

We see our need for forgiveness daily. We continually sin. We treat money as our idol. We let cell phones waste our time. We fail to protect children. We brag about material things. We undervalue life of all ages. We drive in rage. We shift our focus from God's good deposits to our shallow pleasures.

Él es tan rabioso.

How happy had it been for me had I been slain in the battle. It had been far more noble to have died the victim of the enemy than fall a sacrifice to the rage of my friends.

In the public eye, being a victim of past injustices does not win the right to propagate current and future ones, and that's intolerable to those in charge of the race industry today, whose power relies on maintaining forever a latent rage that can be turned on and off at the will of the nation's elites.

Blacks who lack a proper killing rage are merely victims.

The crimes against Palestinians in the Occupied Territories and elsewhere, particularly Lebanon, are so shocking that the only emotionally valid reaction is rage and a call for extreme actions. But that does not help the victims. And, in fact, it's likely to harm them.

What about Hong Chau? In typical supporting-part fashion, she shows up halfway through 'Downsizing,' already shrunk, an imperious Vietnamese house cleaner with a limp and sharp angles. The movie's satirical cleverness upstages its rage; then Ms. Chau proves she's capable of managing both.

There's a huge discrepancy between the Jon Stewart who goes on TV every night and the Jon Stewart who runs The Daily Show with joyless rage," said an anonymous former executive. It was something that Bob Wiltfong witnessed

Rodrigo tried to draw a deep breath, but his chest was too filled with anguish, rage and guilt. He kissed his ash-coated fingers. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you more than life itself." Curling his fingers into his fist, he pressed it against his chest. So, I will surely see you soon…and then, my love, we shall be together in our forever now.

At the moment I was mad enough to chew up nails and spit out paper clips.

I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing.

When it happens to a wizard, insurance companies go broke and there's reconstruction afterward. What was stirring in me now made those previous feelings of battle rage seem like anemic kittens.

Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away. My

She was a creature of sorrow turned to such rage that her beauty had become a knife that stabbed at the eyes of any who looked upon it.

Now there's a specific banality to rage as a reaction, an unearned sense of cleansing virtue.

You are not a terrible person. But the world is a terrible, HORRIBLE place. What you've got to do is take all that rage and all that hatred that's inside of you and turn it around. You've got to stop trying to destroy yourself. Turn that rage outward, go out and try to destroy the WORLD instead.

ANGRY AND EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE Anger and emotional instability ruled King Saul. He suffered from demon-inspired fits of rage to the point that he would try to kill David. Saul once tried to pin him against a wall with a spear (1 Samuel 18:11). We all feel anger, but when it controls our lives, then it becomes an opportunity for the devil.

see the question now as the equivalent of a cry of helpless rage, another way of saying How could this have happened when everything was normal.

To be black and conscious in America is to be in a constant state of rage.

Most adults assume that the feelings of adolescence don't count, somehow, and that those searing passions of rage and hate and embarrassment and horror and hopeless, abject love are something your grow out of, something hormonal, a practice run for the Real Thing. It wasn't. At 13 *everything* counts; there are sharp edges on everything, and all of them cut.

This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.

Peter was, simply, what a person would look like if you boiled down the most raw emotions and filtered them of any social contract. If you hurt, cry. If you rage, strike out. If you hope, get ready for a disappointment.

Stop being angry! Turn from your rage! Do not lose your temperit only leads to harm.