320 Quotes About Rage

I don't know why, but I'm not thankful. I'm never thankful. I want to be, I do, but all I feel is this annoyance that won't stop. Every nice thing that anyone could ever think to do to me leaves me feeling enraged. It's like, too little too late, buddy.

If you try to be a sage, let your modesty subside your rage

He easily gathered her in his arms; Gramma was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy - and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.

There was an element of dull rage in his consciousness of things.

Rage always begins in my chest and spreads to my belly. It moves through my body like a common cold. Sometimes it creeps up my throat and makes an appearance on my tongue. It says things I don’t mean. Things I eventually want to take back; Achike. But rage reminds me that I am still human. Still breathing. Still a living thing.So when rage comes, I use rage wisely. When rage comes, I use rage for change.

I confess to sudden rages. Walking in Midtown, rush hour's peak, people streaming in both directions, I find myself seething, ready to kill. Who are all these fucking people, and how is it fair, how is it even possible that all of them, these perfectly ordinary people, should be alive, when you--

And I wonder if this is the magic taking over. Is this how it starts—the slip of the tongue? A loss of respect? Is this how I become a monster the men whisper of? I turn and run up the stairs before I do something I regret.

If a pregnant pause is one that creates anticipation and builds up suspense, then what followed was a “constipated pause” . . . , as . . . it would be followed by some very unsavoury content.

Never make crucial decisions when angry. The rage that clouds judgement fades and only its consequences linger thereafter.