320 Quotes About Rage

On the other side of rage awaits the ability to wonder again at the spinning world.

I wish I could descend From off this stage,And find an end,A grateful haven from this rage Of this drunk, blindly careless age ;From the row of this mad, hurried universe That cares more for carburettors than for poets,And seem to slide on down from worse to worseOblivious of the sageAnd noble names That strive to keep it from the depth less curse Of meaningless enjoyment.

Enraged is the wrong word, but I felt like I wanted to kick you in the shins and then make you banana bread. I wanted to key your car and take you out for dim sum. It was admiration, passion and that voice of yours all mushing together and disarming me, making me want smash something and kiss someone.

All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

He was an artist, and she, an anarchist, the destroyer of his beautiful creations. His body tensed, pushing hot adrenaline through his body with irascible rage. His anger gave way to lamentation as his heart wailed for his lost inventions. His mind saw each one desperately screaming for help, their outcries echoing between the orange flames and ashy ruins of their compatriots.

Look! I bear into this room a platter piled high with the rage my mother felt toward my father! Yes, it's diamonds now. It's pearls, public humiliation, an angry dime-store clerk, a man passed out at the train station, a girl at the bookstore determined to read every fucking magazine on this shelf for free.

Don’t let rage blinds you

The darkness, the rage. One allows you to see the stars, the other gives you a false strength. But in the end both of which bring great torment.

To be silent. In hopes of not offending, in hopes of being accepted. But what happened to people who never spoke, never raised their voices? Kept everything inside?Gamache knew what happened. Everything they swallowed, every word, thought, feeling rattled around inside, hollowing the person out. And into that chasm they stuffed their words, their rage.