“Anger is a bitter lock.
But you can turn it.”

— Anne Carson, “Hokusai”

“Isn’t all that rage so ugly? / And isn’t it mine, still? / Good god, isn’t it mine?”

— Ashe Vernon, “Buried”

— Khadija Queen,  “Theory; Evidence of uncertain shifts”

“A strange rage filled her, a rage to tear things asunder.”

— D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow

“I bide time,/ Horse-tongued & blue as poison, the double / Line of my eyes gone to slits. I hate like a tooth hurts, / At the root”

— Jane Yeh, “Revenger’s Tragedy”

“Give me blood and rage and
a heart for horror; teach me to be
tough enough to face this world
still standing. Make a Fury of me.”

— Elizabeth Hewer, “Finding Ariadne”

— mahogany l. browne, “litany”

“They tell me, shaking their heads:
‘You should be kinder. You are somehow furious.’
I used to be kind. It didn’t last long.”

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko, “Fury”

“The rage in women is terrifying. The rage in Hester Swane is terrifying. The rage doesn’t come out of nowhere. The rage comes out of being said no to just one time too many, where you should have been said yes to, if the world was fair […] and if society is always saying no to you, that rejection has to go somewhere. It turns dark, it erupts.”

— Marina Carr, “How Wonderful to Burn Down the Whole World”

“I was a girl. I was juniper
or magnolia, all violet and rage.”

— Lorna Dee Cervantes, ‘Before You Go’,

“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”

— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“Two eyes the colour of anger,
a ring of cold, a belt of blood — “

— Octavio Paz, “Central Park”

— Beth Fein, “Philomela,”

“Do you know what it is to dance with rage? That’s what I do inwardly again and again.

— Henry Miller, letter to Hoki Tokuda Miller

“MEDEA : Anger,
the spring of all life’s horror, masters my resolve.”

— Euripides, Medea

“A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.”

— Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“Is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?”

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“Anger has its place. Anger has fire, and fire moves things.”

— Nina Simone