rage [Theme]

It was said of King Richard I that he cared only for the glory he could gain with his sword, and was happy only when the king's sword was stained with the blood of his enemies. He had the fury of a lion, not the heart of a lion.

You blind my heart.

His head became increasingly empty as he came closer. The rage and fear are gone. Mort was cold and tired and longing for the family life he had left behind and which he now began to feel he had never had.

Typically, narcissists throw insults at you and wait for a reaction. For example they say: You

Under a variety of circumstances, always remain so!

Rage is a characteristic of the stupid.

He constantly restrained himself. Under the guise of hostile submission, offended feelings were seething within him. He was indignant, as if scoundrels had a right to be indignant. The rage that never gave him a moment's peace never showed itself outwardly. He was able to endure any insult. He was tormented by dark gusts of anger and devoured by the ever-smoldering flame in his soul, but no one even knew about it. Barkilphedro was secretly choleric, but he always smiled. He was courteous, helpful, courteous and obsequious. He bowed to everyone and everyone. The slightest breath of wind would bend him to the ground. It is easy to achieve happiness for someone who has a flexible reed instead of a spinal column.

The proud beast feels the bite and expends its furious fury, falling on an insignificant atom. A meeting with a tiger would have caused him less annoyance. And so the roles changed. A humiliated lion feels the sting of an insect in his body, and a flea has the right to declare: “Lion’s blood flows in me.”

If the happiness of his love for Pravati was great, then no less, no, there was now more grief, rage, a sense of loss and resentment. This happens when a person concentrates all his ability to love on one single object; with the loss of this object, everything collapses for him, and he remains a beggar among the ruins.

Anger, aggression, jealousy, rage, resentment - this only seems to be the limit of hatred. The limit of hatred is indifference.

- At first it meant the Nuclear Manipulator, then, when its creators felt the danger, - the Yoke of the Machine, the Rage of the Maniac, the Vigorous Mother ... but nothing could be changed, and, finally, he himself, boasting of his erudition, called himself YM, which meant ... cogito ergo sum... I think, therefore I am.

The ability to control the power of the Spirit is an art-talent of aerobatics. There are no wimps in sports and everyone goes bone to bone to the finish line. The winner is the one who approaches the start at the peak of psychic energy, ready to burst into crushing fury!

And now you lay aside everything: anger, rage, malice, slander, foul language of your mouth; tell no lie to one another, putting off the old man with his deeds and putting on the new man, who is renewed in knowledge in the image of Him who created him, where there is neither Greek nor Jew, neither circumcision nor uncircumcision, barbarian, Scythian, slave, free, but everything and in all Christ.

- Witch ... Witch ... - voices rustled in the crowd - so familiar that Lara was covered with goosebumps.