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There are old swordsmen and bold swordsmen. But few old, bold swordsmen.
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fury
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Jim Butcher |
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d334c95
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The finest fury is the most controlled.
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music
lonesome-death-of-hattie-carroll
bob-dylan
control
fury
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Christopher Hitchens |
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a77ab7e
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...my father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days, weeks, at a time, making the air humid, hard to breathe, my father stalking around with his lower jaw jutting out, giving him the look of a wounded, vengeful boxer, grinding his teeth so loud you could hear it across the room ... I'm sure he told himself: 'I never hit her'. I'm sure because of this technicality he never saw himself as an abuser. But he turned our family life into an endless road trip with bad directions and a rage-clenched driver, a vacation that never got a chance to be fun.
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rage
silence
family
heartbreak
love
abusive-parents
mental-abuse
abusive
broken-home
heartbroken
love-lost
fights
divorce
childhood-memories
malice
emotional-abuse
anger
communication
fighting
parents
parents-and-children
mother
fury
fight
father
childhood
terror
parenthood
scared
sexism
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Gillian Flynn |
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240f190
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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.
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humor
fearsomeness
fury
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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72086bc
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Whenever I'm with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.
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gaara
katniss-and-peeta
gemma-doyle
humorist
future-plans
judgmental-people
humbleness
johnny-depp
keys
fury
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Amy Tan |
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10a4cf4
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I understand a fury in your words But not your words.
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othello
fury
william-shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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ab67a7d
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You can't imagine the white-hot fury someone who can't sleep has toward the beautiful dreamer beside him.
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sleep
fury
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Karen Joy Fowler |
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de5d101
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Tisiphone stood silent and helpless in Alicia's mind. It was all she could do to keep Alicia's blind savagery from dragging Megaira under and clouding the lightning-fast reflexes which kept them both alive. She'd never guessed what she was creating, never imagined the monster she'd spawned. She'd seen the power of Alicia DeVries's mind without recognizing the controls which kept that power in check, and only now had she begun to understand fully what she had done. She had shattered those controls. The compassion and mercy she'd feared no longer existed, only the red, ravening hunger. Yet terrible as that might be, there was worse. She'd found the hole Alicia had gnawed through the wall about her inner rage, and she couldn't close it. Somehow, without even realizing it was possible, Alicia had reached beyond herself. She'd followed Tisiphone's connection to the Fury's own rage, her own destruction, and made that incalculable power hers as well. For the first time in millennia, Tisiphone faced another as powerful as herself, a mortal mind which had stolen the power of the Furies themselves, and that power had driven it mad.
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rage
out-of-control
fury
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David Weber |
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97e1f4d
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... your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me...
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madness
love
fury
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Charlotte Brontë |
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aadf9d0
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"Tears shone in Lucien's remaining eye as he raised his hands and removed the fox mask. The brutally scarred face beneath was still handsome--his features sharp and elegant. But my host was looking at Tamlin now, who slowly faced my dead body. Tamlin's still-masked face twisted into something truly lupine as he raised his eyes to the queen and snarled. Fangs lengthened. Amarantha backed away--away from my corpse. She only whispered "Please" before golden light exploded. The queen was blasted back, thrown against the far wall, and Tamlin let out a roar that shook the mountain as he launched himself at her. He shifted into his beast form faster than I could see--fur and claws and pound upon pound of lethal muscle. She had no sooner hit the wall than he gripped her by the neck, and the stones cracked as he shoved her against it with a clawed paw. She thrashed but could do nothing against the brutal onslaught of Tamlin's beast. Blood ran down his furred arm from where she scratched. The Attor and the guards rushed for the queen, but several faeries and High Fae, their masks clattering to the ground, jumped into their path, tackling them. Amarantha screeched, kicking at Tamlin, lashing at him with her dark magic, but a wall of gold encompassed his fur like a second skin. She couldn't touch him. "Tam!" Lucien cried over the chaos. A sword hurtled through the air, a shooting star of steel. Tamlin caught it in a massive paw. Amarantha's scream was cut short as he drove the sword through her head and into the stone beneath. And then closed his powerful jaws around her throat--and ripped it out."
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rage
animalistic
emotional-tears
high-fae
high-lord
tamlin
wrath
beast
mask
lucien
fury
kill
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Sarah J. Maas |
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02e9cfb
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Anger was better than feeling nothing; because anger and hatred were the long-lasting fuel in the endless dark of my despair. The same way that music had kept me from breaking.
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hatred
dark
darkness
music
breaking
feeling
feel
fury
despair
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Sarah J. Maas |
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f4f73b2
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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.
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love
fury
protection
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Michka Assayas |
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13b3630
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Since boyhood, fury had become his father. His older brother. His only protector. Fury gave him strength and courage and spurred him to always move forward despite always getting things wrong and always failing and no mentor there to help him or teach him and everyone always laughing. Anger delivered him from catastrophe. Rage kept him from going under. It had come to be his greatest asset and only strategy.
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rage
fury
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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cc0f71b
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"She flew in, all fiery flashing eyes and flushed cheeks, her bosom heaving beneath black wool. She was magnificent. "Tell them to let her go!" Seraphine ordered him imperiously. "Tell them to let her go ." She stood over him, her lips wet, her body shaking with her rage, and he wanted to take her and roll her beneath him and fuck her into the mattress."
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feminine-beauty
horny
physical-attraction
sexual-desire
val-napier
fury
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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557b62c
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But even of him I can think of with sorrow, now at this moment. Those times, those people...have gone. How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.
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sorrow
fury
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Richard Llewellyn |
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c5dff89
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Instead of courage' management guru Tom Peters recommends fostering 'a level of fury with the status quo such that one cannot not act.
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motivation
status-quo
fury
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Adam M. Grant |