Rage Quotes

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Rage can only with difficulty, and never entirely, be brought under the domination of the intelligence and is therefore not susceptible to any arguments whatever.
Rage is to writers what water is to fish.


All great art comes from a sense of outrage.


Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
Outrage and possibility are in all the poems we know.
People who fly into a rage always make a bad landing.
Rage strengthens the hands, however feeble they may be.
When your rage is choking you, it is best to say nothing.
My life has taken me from innocence to rage and back again.
The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of man.
Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way awhile and let it waste.
We wish to make rage into a fire that cooks things rather than a fire of conflagration.
Being in a rage was rather like being out in a thunderstorm—you couldn't hear yourself think.
We must learn how to explode! Any disease is healthier than the one provoked by a hoarded rage.
Only where there is reason to suspect that conditions could be changed and are not does rage arise.
All his life Toselli's smile had been stretched across his rage, like a tight-rope spanning a chasm.
Rage is the only quality which has kept me, or anybody I have ever studied, writing columns for newspapers.


The neglected legacy of the Sixties is just this: unabashed moral certitude, and the purity—the incredibly outgoing energy—of righteous rage.
Some great events, some cutting expressions, some mean hypocrisies have, at times, thrown this assemblage of sloth, sleep, and littleness into rage a little like a lion.
I've learned to live with my rage.   In some ways, it's my rage that keeps me going.  Without it, I would have been whipped long ago. With it, I got a lot more songs to sing.


There are levels of outrage, and there's a point at which you can't be trespassed upon anymore.  Certain things happen to you that cement your determination never to take it again.
Rage made you the creature of those who enraged you, it gave them too much power.  Rage killed the mind, and now more than ever the mind needed to live, to find a way of rising above the mindlessness.
A reservoir of rage exists in each person, waiting to burst out. We fantasize about killing or humiliating our boss or the guy who took our parking space. It is only by growing up in a civilized society of law that we learn the idea of proportionate response.
Given the ethnic and racial hierarchies of American life, there are those who dish it out and those who have to take it. Some get to dish it out without ever having to take it, some take it from those above and dish it out to those below, and some find themselves in the position of always having to take it.