Female Rage Quotes

“To put it in conclusion, sir, final girls are the vessel we keep all our hope in. Bad guys don't just die by themselves, I mean. Sometimes they need help in the form of a furie running at them, her mouth open in scream, her eyes white hot, her heart forever pure.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, My Heart Is a Chainsaw

“He's willing to rip his own teeth out of his mouth just to get out of this room. He has no idea this is just the beginning.”
― Frieda McFadden

“Nightbitch herself explained that her work was meant to underscore the brutality of motherhood, how a child’s first act is violence against the woman who created it. Yet the mother loves the child with the most powerful love known in this universe”
― Rachel Yoder, Nightbitch

“I'm supposed to feel bad that I'm better now? I'm supposed to cry over a little cut. To what? To make you feel like I'm not a monster. I need to perform my little bit of pain for you so you'll know I'm human?”
― Mona Awad, All's Well

“You're lucky the method of your death is not my choice (Shadows of the Crown)”
― Dakota Monroe, Shadows of the Crown

“I have never gone down without a fight, and I do not plan to start today. A calm settles over me—ruthless and cold and unending.

If they want a show, I’ll give them one.”
― Olivia M. Geib, The Daughter of Fire & Fury: Born to Burn

“A Good Woman recognizes that you can be good and bad at once. A Good Woman can acknowledge your humanity while recognizing the fact that you also need to die. That's why it's hard to be a Good Woman. That's why we're not all good women, are we, Janet?”
― Ainslie Hogarth, Motherthing

“You light a fire early in your girlhood. You stoke it and tend it. You protect it at all costs. You don't let it rage into a mountain of light, because that's not becoming of a girl. You keep it secret. You let it burn. You look into the eyes of other girls and see their fires flickering there, offer conspiratorial nods, never speak aloud a near-unbearable heat, a growing conflagration.

You tend the flame because if you don't you're stuck, in the cold, on your own, doomed to 'seasonal layers', doomed to 'practicality', doomed to 'this is just the way things are', doomed to 'settling' and 'understanding' and 'reasoning' and 'agreeing' and 'seeing it another way' and 'seeing it his way' and 'seeing it from all the other ways but your own'.”
― Rachel Yoder, Nightbitch

“No, what disgusted them was that they had no power over me. I no longer fit their ideal of a virgin waiting for them to claim me. That was what repulsed them. That was what they found monstrous. I wasn’t theirs anymore, and I never could be again. Naturally, violence came next.”
― Kiersten White, Lucy Undying

“How many times do I have to repeat myself? You don't get to touch my woman.”
― P. Carreira, Broken Blood

“The house is certain of just one thing: it won’t go out that way. It will scream, and bleed, and convulse, and even if the only scars it leaves are imprinted on psyches, it will make them all remember.”
― Isobel Aislin, This Thing is Starving

“Una subitanea selvaggia eccitazione la invase, come una improvvisa folata di vento, come una fiamma impetuosa che le divampasse in cuore: e Nancy si coprì il volto con un gemito di creatura ferita. Tutto il rimpianto per il suo ingegno sciupato, tutto lo sdegno contro l'avvilente esistenza, tutto l'odio per la povertà che la mutilava, la schiacciava, l'annichiliva, proruppe in quel lamento, tosto soffocato per non svegliare Anne-Marie che dormiva nella stanza vicina.”
― Annie Vivanti, I divoratori

“Burn your bras. Kill your husbands.”
― Jack Heath, Kill Your Husbands

“I'm not some delicate poppy that you can pluck from the ground, quick to wilt away...A flower you can crush in your fist. I am the saffron that wraps its roots around your neck.”
― Cécile Guillot, Lullaby

“I’m not a pretty bouquet of flowers that one places on the mantelpiece then leaves to wilt. I’m a poisonous flower. A dangerous one. Try to eat her and she will kill you. I won’t let myself be governed by any man, least of all my husband. I need to get out and take back the reins.”
― Cécile Guillot, Lullaby

“Chris, I fell in love with you and you fucking broke me.”
― Zoë Aviya Harris, To Capture a Heart

“Seemed like it was always the greed of men that undid a successful woman.”
― Erica Waters, The River Has Teeth

“I was cast adrift in my grief & swallowed whole by my rage.”
― Caroline Peckham; Susanne Valenti

“It was gross. All those years I’d so neatly compartmentalized things. Tucked Anger away in a box. Folded up my feelings and stowed them in the overhead compartment like a good passenger on the airplane of life. Allowed the rage to simmer only long enough to heat my cheeks but never long enough to burn down the prison I was trapped in.”
― Liana Brooks, All I Want For Christmas Is A Cryptid

“I want you to know: never before in the history of women, magical or not, have they been more empowered, more in touch with profound universal forces, more capable of summoning by whatever means necessary that which is essential to their evolution and fulfillment.”
― Rachel Yoder, Nightbitch

“They would enchant him with their music, their wordless beauty, and then they would dance him to death, carrying his body with them into another realm when the first sunlight broke through the canopy of leaves”
― Celine Saintclare, The Feminine Art of Revenge

“The transition from being hurt to hurting was natural. Even though I didn’t really know why he’d started crying – it felt like something I did. It felt like being a great big black widow and realizing that all the male spiders were tiny and weak and covered in soft vulnerable bits, whereas I had this hard, shiny thorax and great big teeth.”
― Eliza Clark

“She said my other photographs had a pervy feel, and she was almost impressed that such a young woman would come out with something this nasty. She said, based on both the work and my writing around it, I had a contemptuous attitude towards my models. I clearly saw them as interchangeable, disposable objects. She asked me if I hated men, or if I liked men and hated that I liked them so much.”
― Eliza Clark

“Do I have to smash a glass over the head of every single man I come into contact with, just so I leave a fucking mark?”
― Eliza Clark

“That girl's a gas can looking for a match.”
― Angeline Boulley, Sisters in the Wind

“Ash Anderson is broken, and she’s gone.
  I have lost the love of my life, and there isn’t a thing I can do about it.”
― Jesscody

“There was no question of forgiving them. She had not, in any case, a forgiving nature; and the injury they had done her was not done by them. If she were to start forgiving she must needs forgive Society, the Law, the Church, the History of Europe, the Old Testament, great-great-aunt Salome and her prayer-book, the Bank of England, Prostitution, the Architect of Apsley Terrace, and half a dozen other useful props of civilization.”
― Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes

“Den Mangel an Erzählungen von guten Frauen, mutigen Frauen, respektierten Frauen, wichtigen Frauen, starken Frauen habe ich nicht hinterfragt. Wenn über diese Frauen nicht geschrieben wurde, nicht gesprochen wurde, dann hat das in mir kein Nachfragen ausgelöst: "Wo sind diese Frauen?"
Sondern nur ein resigniertes "Es gab diese
Frauen nicht."
Was nicht stimmt.
Es gab sie.
Es gab sie, die Frauen, die zusammenhielten, untereinander, und nach und nach kommen die Geschichten zusammen, Frauen schreiben über Frauen und Frauen schreiben für Frauen.”
― Tara-Louise Wittwer, Nemesis' Töchter: 3000 Jahre zwischen Female Rage und Zusammenhalt

“Suddenly the staggering love bursts away from me like milk from a smashed glass. She is manipulating me. Pushing me around as though I were nothing but a mobile stomach like the news vendor. She fancies she has me under control. Red anger blisters my guts. She doesn’t see me at all. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with. I am the watcher, the mover, the maker. She is just like her father, casually, carelessly enslaving me with my love. She doesn’t know the powers that keep me here. She thinks it’s her charm and guile.”
― Katherine Dunn, Geek Love

“He was beautiful in the way things born to power often are… He rode a silver-grey stallion that looked like it had been bred from starlight and arrogance.

True love dies most beautifully in the mouths of poets and liars.

She was beautiful in the way teeth are beautiful right before they bite.

I am the scream behind the silence.

I am the ending that learned how to dance.”
― Teresa Ribeiro, The Serpent's Dance : A Fable for the Girls Who Burned and Didn’t Apologise