Quotes about Fury

The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed, it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night.

The full potentialities of human fury cannot be reached until a friend of both parties tactfully intervenes.

Music can noble hints impart, Engender fury, kindle love, With unsuspected eloquence can move, And manage all the man with secret art.

Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes angry.

The reason, the Bible says, is because Satan will lash out in one final burst of fury, seeking with all his might to block Christ's victory. Does this alarm you? Don't let it—because Christ, not Satan, will be victorious. In the meantime, "be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer" (Romans 12:12 NIV).

Imagine an infinite love that is unconditional. That can't be provoked or threatened. In that love you'll see fear for what it truly is: a shadow." She was beside herself with joy. "Imagine that! Shadows that we've gone into agreement with. But in love, the Fury vanish, because there is no fear in love, just like there's no darkness in light.

She was twenty-three and single, still living on the streets in San Francisco, when Sylous first promised her true sight and a community that would follow her. They would find a place in the hills of Tennessee, hidden away for them alone. A terrible tribulation was coming to the world, he'd said, but he would protect them from that Fury if they followed him.

I glanced around, hoping Bobbie would appear to give me some guidance. "She's not here now," Eli said. "I sent her away because I want you to listen to me before we go back to town." He had that power over her? I felt exposed there, but maybe he did have some power over the Fury.

Hell hath no fury like a hustler with a literary agent.

It is then I face a momentous decision. Shivering in the rags of my seventy-four years, I have two choices. I can escape below into skepticism and intellectualism, hanging on for dear life. Or, with radical amazement, I can stay on deck and boldly stand in surrendered faith to the truth of my belovedness, caught up in the reckless raging fury that they call the love of God. And learn to pray.

To be enraged with a dumb thing, Captain Ahab, seems blasphemous.

A study of the concordance will show that there are more references in Scripture to the anger, fury, and wrath of God, than there are to His love and tenderness.