Rage Quotes

Partying at a club is very different than when I'm throwing a party at my house. My party's a rage. People rage when they come to my house.

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

The important thing in war is that there is an element of rage, but you must remain very distant from it.

Through much of the last century, America's faith in freedom and democracy was a rock in a raging sea. Now it is a seed upon the wind, taking root in many nations.

I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind. It's the rage that keeps me going.

...science and violence turned silence to rage.

One learns more from a good scholar in a rage than from a score of lucid and laborious drudges.

Everybody has to write out of rage sometimes.

I have as much rage as you have, I have as much pain as you do, I've lived as much hell as you have, and I've kept mine bubbling under for you.

Sometimes I feel something akin to rage At the corrupted morals of this age!

I am here to tell you my father was right. You are a raging f..kwit. Now f..k off.

I've been in rage all my life at this thing we call 'society'

I don't have life rage anymore.

Love is the answer, the spiritual solution that holds the power to end the war that rages within each of us.

Be soft in your practice. Think of the method as a fine silvery stream, not a raging waterfall.

People will give themselves to prayer for numerous reasons, but at the core of it all is a God, raging with zealous desire.

What we fear we often rage against.

There's a lot of rage you have to express it somehow. If I didn't express it in song, I'd become incredibly violent.

Sometimes God calms the storm. Sometimes He lets the storm rage and He calms you

For many years, I shut down that place inside myself that needed to rage, cry, ask questions and basically just express herself. I made a conscious choice when I put (the song) 'Me and a Gun' on the record not to stay a victim anymore.

So rage, proud Power: fail again! And see my blood teach Death to die!

The reflex of fear was soon replaced with another, more useful emotion. Rage.

I think there is a rage against women. I've come to see that now although at the time I did not notice it. I was preoccupied with my teaching and my writing.

It's called Sisters of the Winter Madrigal. It was interesting for me to see it done after so many years; because I wrote it and I didn't realize what a rage I was in.

I don't know, in view of the situation, and the act going where it was going, I don't know, the rage - the rage did go all over the place. It went to everybody in the room.

In some ways, it's my rage that keeps me going.

You know that sadness and rage you feel about your money? That's the way some of us feel about people.

No sooner is the rage of hunger appeased than it becomes difficult to comprehend the meaning of starvation. It is only when you suffer that you really understand.

The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of men.

Love is both a principle and an emotion; it is something both felt and willed. It is capable of almost infinite degrees. Love in the human heart may begin so modestly as to be hardly perceptible and go on to become a raging torrent that sweeps its possessor before it in total helplessness.

Go without hate, but not without rage. Heal the world.

Do not go gentle into the good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day.

For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage.

The debate over troop levels will rage for years; it is...beside the point.

A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to committ outrages.

The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time.

But instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known.

The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them. Your face approaching ever so friendly is the white flag they ignore. There is no truce with the furies. A mirror's temperature is always zero. It is ice in the veins. It's camera is an x-ray. It is a chalice held out to you in silent communion, where gaspingly you partake of a shifting identity never your own.

Blame is for God and small children.

Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.

Time, we like to say, cures all. But maybe the old saying doesn’t mean time heals. Time cures a secret in its brine, keeping it and finally, paradoxically, destroying it. Nothing is left in that salt solution but the pain or rage, the biting shame that lodged it there. Even they are diluted or denied.

Let the "socialist" snivellers croak, let the bourgeoisie rage and fume, but only people who shut their eyes so as not to see, and stuff their ears so as not to hear, can fail to notice that all over the world the birth pangs of the old, capitalist society, which is pregnant with socialism, have begun.

I like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of leaves. A dangerous time; of violent rages and deceptive calm, of fireworks in the pockets and conkers in the fist.

The younger generation is supposed to rage against the machine, not for it. They're supposed to question authority, not question those who question authority.

I decided.. that I could go on being scared forever, that I could keep walking, that I could carry my rage around, hot and heavy in my chest forever. But maybe there was another way. You have everything you need, my mother had told me. And maybe all I needed was the courage to admit that what I needed was someone to lean on.

I keep a conscience uncorrupted by religion, a judgment undimmed by politics and patriotism, a heart untainted by friendships and sentiments unsoured by animosities.

The broad masses of a population are more amenable to the appeal of rhetoric than to any other force.

For those who feel their lives are a grave disappointment to God, it requires enormous trust and reckless, raging confidence to accept that the love of Jesus Christ knows no shadow of alteration or change. When Jesus said, "Come to me, all you who labor and are heavy burdened," He assumed we would grow weary, discouraged, and disheartened along the way. These words are a touching testimony to the genuine humanness of Jesus. He had no romantic notion of the cost of discipleship. He knew that following Him was as unsentimental as duty, as demanding as love.

In most of the world, poetry has such a different reputation than it does in Western culture. Poetry is a popular genre in Afghanistan. If you turned on the radio, there would be a poetry program that would be as popular as The Real Housewives. People aren't listening to poetry as if they're taking their vitamins. Instead, it's a popular vessel you can fill with anything. You could fill it with sass. You could fill it with rage. You could fill it with political statements.

In countries like Afghanistan, the corruption is in your face. In Nigeria, I heard of judges making sex the bargaining chip rather than money. Now let's put that in the context of an honor-based society. Imagine that you're the brother of a woman who got raped by a judge to have her case heard in court. What do you want to do? You want to kill the judge. So here is an insurgent movement that hands you a gun. You have rage, and they give you an outlet for your rage.