#fury

If anger proceeds from a great cause, it turns to fury; if from a small cause, it is peevishness; and so is always either terrible or ridiculous. ↗

— Jeremy Taylor

#anger #cause #either #fury #great

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#falsehood #fury #pain #love

The finest fury is the most controlled. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#bob-dylan #control #fury #lonesome-death-of-hattie-carroll #music

The punishment of vertical rending was given to those who had destroyed marriages to satisfy their own lust. ↗

— Cindy Pon

#fury-of-the-phoenix #infidelity #marriage

The enemy fought with savage fury, and met death with all its horrors, without shrinking or complaining: not one asked to be spared, but fought as long as they could stand or sit. ↗

— Davy Crockett

#complaining #could #death #enemy #fought

It isn't often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#fearsomeness #fury #humor #anger

I think the time that I knew that I was capable of all the things that I disliked the most in other people was, oddly enough, one of the most joyful moments: when our first child was born. And I just felt this love for this beautiful little girl who was so fragile and so vulnerable. Some point around that week, I started to understand why wars were fought. I started to understand why people were capable of cruelty in order to protect themselves and their own. And I was very humbled to realise that. ↗

— Michka Assayas

#fury #love #protection #beauty

The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always. ↗

— Arthur Miller

#bravery #courage #embarassment #fear #fury

The sea stood up before him, foaming, torn by lightning bolts, opening terrifying mouths that gobbled up the dense, hard black rains unleashed by the sky like hate. ↗

— Jean-François Beauchemin

#fear #lightning #nature-s-fury #sea #storm

She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death