C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Rage is a short-lived fury.

J. Petit-Senn.

Rage is mental imbecility.

Hosea Ballou.

Rage is essentially vulgar.


Deaf rage that hears no leader.


Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way awhile and let it waste.


Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.


They could neither of them speak for rage, and so fell a-sputtering at one another like two roasting apples.


’T was grief no more, or grief and rage were one within her soul; at last ’t was rage alone.


When one is transported by rage, it is best to observe attentively the effects on those who deliver themselves over to the same passion.


  • My rage is not malicious; like a spark
  • Of fire by steel inforced out of a flint.
  • It is no sooner kindled, but extinct.
  • Goffe.

  • The pain is in my head; ’tis is in my heart;
  • ’Tis everywhere; it rages like a madness,
  • And I most wonder how my reason holds.
  • Otway.

  • ’Tis all in vain, this rage that tears thy bosom!
  • Like a bird that flutters in her cage,
  • Thou beat’st thyself to death.
  • Rowe.

  • There is not in nature
  • A thing that makes man so deform’d, so beastly,
  • As doth intemp’rate anger.
  • Webster.

  • Rage is the shortest passion of our souls,
  • Like narrow brooks that rise with sudden showers,
  • It swells in haste, and falls again as soon.
  • Still as it ebbs, the softer thoughts flow in,
  • And the deceiver, love, supplies its place.
  • Rowe.

  • Her colour changed, her face was not the same,
  • And hollow groans from her deep spirit came;
  • Her hair stood up; convulsive rage possess’d
  • Her trembling limbs, and heaved her lab’ring breast.
  • Dryden.