Quotes about Fury

What you hear in my voice is fury, not suffering. Anger, not moral authority.

The black unicorn was mistaken for a shadow or symbol and taken through a cold country where mist painted mockeries of my fury.

Hatred is the fury of those who do not share our goals, and its object is death and destruction.

If God should only withdraw his hand from the floodgate, it would immediately fly open, and the fiery floods of the fierceness and wrath of God would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and would come upon you with omnipotent power; and if your strength were ten thousand times greater than it is, yea, ten thousand times greater than the strength of the stoutest, sturdiest devil in hell, it would be nothing to withstand or endure it. The

How should I know? said Alice, surprised at her own courage. It's no business of mine. The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, began screaming Off with her head! Off with-- Nonsense! said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was silent.

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed… It can't be long before her sorrow turns, as sorrow always does, into rage.

The driving is like the driving of Jehu the son of Nimshi; for he driveth furiously.

I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the people there was none with me: for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.

Pride was not made for men, nor furious anger for them that are born of a woman.

In contrast, the rule of godliness is to recognize that God's hand is the sole judge and governor of every fortune, and because His hand is not recklessly driven to fury, it distributes to us both good and ill according to His orderly righteousness.

Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated madam, that she suddenly broke into a fury and leapt on my knees. 

Anytime evil becomes organized, its ferocity breathes the air of hell. There is nothing that can quench that fury. It cannot be stopped until it has accomplished its purpose. That is why hell is unending. Its nature is to burn on the inside, and no outward consolation or influence can change wickedness that is inflamed by numbers. The