#wrath

'Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old. ↗

— Alcaeus

#last #man #old #said #thing

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not? ↗

— J.R. Ward

#jr-ward #life #wrath #life

Timid people always reek their peevishness on the gentle. ↗

— George Eliot

#fear #wrath #anger

Vishous, son of the Bloodletter, was not the kind of male anyone addressed like that. Except, apparently, for Wrath. In this case, the Brother with the tattoos on his face and the perverted reputation and the hand of death did exactly what he was told. He shut the fuck up. Which said volumes about Wrath. Did it not. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#bdb #lover-reborn #vishous #wrath #death

The Lord said: "Time [death] I am, the destroyer of the worlds, who has come to annihilate everyone. Even without your taking part all those arrayed in the [two] opposing ranks will be slain! ↗

— Anonymous

#death

For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#death #morbid #tennyson #wrath #death

The whole thing becomes like this evil enchantment from a fairy tale, but you're made to believe the spell can never be broken. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#abused #abused-women #anger #crime #crime-fiction

But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again. The bitterness we sold to the junk man - he got it all right, but we have it still. And when the owner men told us to go, that's us; and when the tractor hit the house, that's us until we're dead. To California or any place - every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness. And some day - the armies of bitterness will all be going the same way. And they'll all walk together, and there'll be a dead terror from it. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#john-steinbeck #lives #money #the-grapes-of-wrath #value

God thundered again and again through the prophets that worship in the context of mistreatment of the poor and disadvantaged is an outrage. ↗

— Ronald J. Sider

#christianity #god #outrage #poor #prophets

And then Tohr said softly, "I'm lucky to have found love, I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in my life." Wrath's Temper surged, set off by something he couldn't put his finger on. "You're pathetic." Tohr hissed. "And you've been dead for hundreds of years. You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down." Wrath threw the leather jacket on the floor. "At least I'm not pussy whipped." Nice. F*cking. Suit. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#wrath #life