Quotes
Quotes about Anger
I do desire we may be better strangers.
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Delays have dangerous ends.
Anger is like
A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous.
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs;
She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange,
'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful;
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
To a most dangerous sea.
Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others.
Wise men say nothing in dangerous times.
No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.
A daring pilot in extremity;
Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high
He sought the storms.
All delays are dangerous in war.
Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are but skin-deep.
A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
To be of no church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by faith and hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example.
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow.
Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
