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“Scratch me and you get grief. It will well up surreptitiously and slip away down any declivity, perhaps undermining the foundations but keeping a low profile and trying not to inconvenience anybody.

Scratch my sister at your peril however, because you’ll get rage, a geyser of it, like hitting oil after drilling dry, hot rock for months and it suddenly, shockingly, plumes up into the sky, black and viscous, coating everything as it falls to earth.

Take care when you scratch.”
― Vicki Laveau-Harvie, The Erratics

“Years of practice have taught me to bury my emotions as a reflex—especially in his presence—and it takes a few seconds for the feelings to emerge. They form slowly, infinite hands reaching up from infinite graves to fan the flames of an ancient rage I've never really allowed myself to touch.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Defy Me

“The sun loses more than a million tons of material from its surface every second. She felt like the sun. Radiating with rage, despair, regret and a million other tons of mixed feelings. Each shedding only for other feelings to reappear.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“It seemed strange to Kellan that the more people were crowded together, the less they were willing to acknowledge it; their interaction became a thing of unwelcome necessity and their gaze turned ever inward.”
― B.R. Crichton, The Rage Within

“My hands curled into fists just as I felt my essence tighten, muscle mass increasing and claws extending. There was a slight tremor in my entire body that should have given him significant warning. Sometimes, a little switch in me went off, I went blank and berserk, waking up often in a pool of blood none the wiser. The human world tempered that a bit. That damn smile didn’t even waver even as I got tunnel vision. My last moment of consciousness was my lunging at him.”
― Lil Hamilton, White Witch

“Do not let bitterness take root, lest she strangle you.”
― Rene Schultz

“When I was outside waiting for Mom and kicking the ball as hard as I could into the net, I wasn't thinking about being in Marjorie's room with everyone else including the new doctor. Instead, I obsessed over Father Wanderly's trouble comment. I imagined being at a playground and handing out little black bags to all the kids, not just the boys. They opened them and found little hard candies inside, each poisoned with trouble.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“She didn’t want to be controlled anymore - she wanted to rage all on her own, then rule the entire world.”
― Candace Robinson, Crow

“Rage pitted in his bones and a corrosive brew of grief and fury was eating him from the inside.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“Unhappiness burns the tissues in slow combustion but rage puts your heart on burning coal.”
― Anuradha Bhattacharyya, Light Inspired