Don’t trust me. Don’t like me. I could give a shit. But don’t you ever lie to me.” He took a deep breath, as if he were drawing her into him. “I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn’t fight me, would you?”
No, she probably wouldn’t.
Stichwörter: wrath black-dagger-brotherhood beth
Beth,” he whispered. “Come back to me.”
He brought more of his blood to her.
“Damn it, don’t you die!” Candles flared in the room. “I love you, damn you! Goddamn you, don’t you let go!
Stichwörter: wrath black-dagger-brotherhood beth
Timid people always reek their peevishness on the gentle.
George EliotIt was badly received by the generation to which it was first addressed, and the outpouring of angry nonsense to which it gave rise is sad to think upon. But the present generation will probably behave just as badly if another Darwin should arise, and inflict upon them that which the generality of mankind most hate—the necessity of revising their convictions. Let them, then, be charitable to us ancients; and if they behave no better than the men of my day to some new benefactor, let them recollect that, after all, our wrath did not come to much, and vented itself chiefly in the bad language of sanctimonious scolds. Let them as speedily perform a strategic right-about-face, and follow the truth wherever it leads.
Thomas Henry HuxleyStichwörter: science truth biology strategy hatred evolution anger charles-darwin darwin nonsense wrath generation convictions revision sanctimony ancients reception benefactor charitable scolds
Fathers, provoke not your children to wrath.
Fyodor DostoevskyStichwörter: parenthood karma wrath filial-love
He was in that humour when a man will cut off his nose to spite his face
Robert Louis StevensonStichwörter: spite wrath vengeance
Never on me let such wrath lay hold, as the wrath you cherish, you whose valor causes harm!
Augustus Taber MurrayStichwörter: war violence homer wrath valor patroclus
He knew then that there are many ways for a heart to break. Sometimes it’s from the crowding of life, the compression of responsibility and birth right and burden that just squeezed you until you couldn’t breathe anymore. Even though your lungs were working just fine.
And sometimes it’s from the casual cruelty of a fate that took you far from where you had thought you would end up.
And sometimes it’s age in the face of youth. Or sickness in the face of health.
But sometimes it’s just because you’re looking into the eyes of your lover and your gratitude for having them in your life overflows... because you showed them what was on the inside and they didn’t run scared or turn away, they accepted you and loved you and held you in the midst of your passion or your fear... or your combination of both.
Stichwörter: wrath bdb heart-break
Wrath jammed a finger in V’s face. “Don’t follow me. We clear? You don’t follow me.”
“You stupid fool,” V said with total exhaustion. “You’re the king. We all must follow you.
For this alone on Death I wreak
The wrath that garners in my heart:
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.
Stichwörter: death morbid wrath tennyson apart
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