Furious Quotes

“She was singed, bleeding, bruised, and furiously alive.”
― J.D. Robb, Vengeance in Death

“Was I heartbroken or furious? I didn’t know. I did know: that’s it. Our relationship could not continue like this, out of balance, unequal.
And as surely as I knew this, I knew something else: But of course it can. We can continue to live exactly as we do right now, in a heavy-lidded state of love and unspeakable compromise. Isn’t that what people do? Every day? Don’t they ache but rename it tired?
It made me wonder: Was it even fair to expect the person you’re with to be just as happy as you? Furthermore, how could you ever even know for sure? You couldn’t, was the truth of it. You could not know this.”
― Augusten Burroughs, Lust & Wonder

“It is human to be angry, but childish to be controlled by anger.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“No one has ever envied someone for their impatience or the intensity of their anger.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“I can hear the tick tick tick in my head: A tripwire ready to explode in fury. And then, in my mind, I start to count down from ten…any moment now.”
― Danielle Esplin, Give It Back

“Cassian.'

Rhys's voice was a thing of nightmares, of the darkness between the stars.

Cassian froze at that voice he'd so rarely heard, and never once directed at himself. 'What happened?'

Rhys's face was wholly calm. But death- black, raging death- lay in his eyes. Not a star or shimmer of violet remained.

Rhys said in that voice that was like hell embodied, 'Nesta saw fit to inform Feyre of the risk to her and the babe.'

Cassian's heart began thundering, even as it splintered.

Rhys held his state, and it was all Cassian could do to weather it as his brother, his High Lord said, 'Get Nesta out of this city. Right now.' Rhys's power rumbled in the room like a rising storm. 'Before I fucking kill her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“How bad,' he asked, his voice hoarse.

'How bad was your injury,' Rhys said mildly, 'or how badly did we have our asses kicked?'

Cassian blinked again. Slowly. As if whatever sedative he'd been given still held sway.

'To answer the second question,' Rhys went on, Mor and Azriel backing away a step or two as something sharpened in my mate's voice, 'we managed. Keir took heavy hits, but... we won. Barely. To answer the first...' Rhys bared his teeth. 'Don't you ever pull that kind of shit again.'

The glaze wore off Cassian's eyes as he heard the challenge, the anger, and tried to sit up. He hissed, scowling down at the red, angry slice down his chest.

'Your guts were hanging out, you stupid prick,' Rhys snapped. 'Az held them in for you.'

Indeed, the Shadowsinger's hands were caked in blood- Cassian's blood. And his face... cold with- anger.

'I'm a soldier,' Cassian said flatly. 'It's part of the job.'

'I gave you an order to wait,' Rhys growled. 'You ignored it.'

I glanced to Mor, to Azriel- a silent question of whether we should remain. They were too busy watching Rhys and Cassian to notice.

'The line was breaking,' Cassian retorted. 'Your order was bullshit.'

Rhys braced his hands on either side of Cassian's legs and snarled in his face, 'I am your High Lord. You don't get to disregard orders you don't like.'

Cassian sat up this time, swearing at the pain lingering in his body. 'Don't you pull rank because you're pissed off-'

'You and your damned theatrics on the battlefield nearly got you killed.' And even as Rhys spat the words- that was panic, again, in his eyes. His voice. 'I'm not pissed. I'm furious.'

'So you're allowed to be mad about our choices to protect you- and we're not allowed to be furious with you for your self-sacrificing bullshit?'

Rhys just stared at him. Cassian stared right back.

'You could have died,' was all Rhys said, his voice raw.

'So could you.'

Another beat of silence- and in its wake, the anger shifted.

Rhys said quietly, 'Even after Hybern... I can't stomach it.'

Seeing him hurt. Any of us hurt.

And the way Rhys spoke, the way Cassian leaned forward, wincing again, and gripped Rhys's shoulder....

I strode out of the tent. Left them to talk. Azriel and Mor followed behind me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I mean that after the little accident with your mom, you'd think you'd never come out here again."
My heart stops. I'm not exaggerating. I swear, for a pure second, my chest seized and all the blood flowing in my veins pauses. I can't believe he would say something like that. From the look on everyone's faces, they can't believe it either.
Aidan's the first to react as he growls, "Shut up! You jerk...how can you say something like that?"
Dunstan ignores Aidan's outburst as he keeps his eyes trained on me. His face is indifferent, but I know he's smirking on the inside. Why's he doing this? What does he want me to do? React? I would, if I could get any movement back in my freakin' legs. However, they seem to be paralyzed at the moment. I settle for glaring at him.
"Don't tell me you haven't gotten over it. It's been, what? Ten years since?"
"He said shut up!" Nadia snarls. She bares her teeth in primal fury and seems almost ready to pounce on him.
But if he catches on, Dunstan doesn't show it. "I just think it's amazing you'd still come out here. I know I wouldn't."
"Mr. Lebelle, it is in my power to turn this boat around and end this tour early. So I suggest that you stop this conversation at once," Babette threatens him. She doesn't shout, but her iron tone is just as—if not more—frightening as any yelling could be.”
― Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel

“Astrid felt a towering wave of disgust. She was furious with Sam. Furious with Little Pete. Mad at the whole world around her. Sickened by everyone and everything.
And mostly, she admitted, sick of herself.
So desperately sick of being Astrid the Genius.
“Some genius,” she muttered. The town council, headed by that blond girl, what was her name? Oh right: Astrid. Astrid the Genius. Head of the town council that had let half the town burn to the ground.
Down in the basement of town hall Dahra Baidoo handed out scarce ibuprofen and expired Tylenol to kids with burns, like that would pretty much fix anything, as they waited for Lana to go one by one, healing with her touch.
Astrid could hear the cries of pain. There were several floors between her and the makeshift hospital. Not enough floors.
Edilio staggered in. He was barely recognizable. He was black with soot, dirty, dusty, with ragged scratches and scrapes and clothing hanging in shreds.
“I think we got it,” he said, and lay straight down on the floor.
Astrid knelt by his head. “You have it contained?”
But Edilio was beyond answering. He was unconscious. Done in.
Howard appeared next, in only slightly better shape. Some time during the night and morning he’d lost his smirk. He glanced at Edilio, nodded like it made perfect sense, and sank heavily into a chair.
“I don’t know what you pay that boy, but it’s not enough,” Howard said, jerking his chin at Edilio.
“He doesn’t do it for pay,” Astrid said.
“Yeah, well, he’s the reason the whole town didn’t burn. Him and Dekka and Orc and Jack. And Ellen, it was her idea.”
― Michael Grant, Lies

“Whore!” he snarls, slamming me into the wall so hard stars burst in my eyes. I hiss at him, the tiger in me threatening to emerge and rip out his throat, but a shout brings me back to myself.
“Zahra!”
I turn my head and see Aladdin running toward us. When he sees that it’s Darian holding me roughly against the wall, his face twists into such rage that he seems unrecognizable.
He crashes into Darian before the prince has a chance to say anything. The two slam into the ground, Aladdin throwing a punch that cracks against Darian’s jaw.
“Stop it!” I cry. “Prince Rahzad!”
The boys ignore me, rolling and thrashing like dogs.
Leave them! Zhian roars. Let me out!
“How dare you touch her?” Aladdin spits, grabbing Darian by the hair and pressing the prince’s face into the stone floor. “You bastard!”
“I didn’t give her anything she didn’t ask for,” Darian hisses back. “Get off me or I’ll have you executed!”
― Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish

“ You fool of a jinni! LET ME OUT!
Startled from my thoughts, I pull Zhian’s jar from my sleeve and turn it over. I can easily imagine him swirling inside, a cloud of smoke and fury.
Be silent, Zhian. I’ll decide when you’re let out, and right now, you’re not inspiring my merciful side.
He howls and hurls insults, which I try to ignore as I trail after Aladdin.
I have Zhian at last. At any moment I could break open the jar and free him, fulfilling my end of the bargain and claiming my freedom. But what happens next? The humiliation of being captured by the humans will have made Zhian furious. He’s had two moons to feed his hatred of humans, and by now it is ravenous, destructive. If I let him out now, Parthenia will not stand a chance. He’ll destroy the city from the inside out, regardless of my deal with his father.
I have to release him outside the city walls and trust that the wards will protect everyone inside from his inevitable wrath.
Aladdin heads back toward his rooms, and I follow at a distance, my chest feeling emptier than ever.
It’s time to say goodbye.”
― Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish

“You look... refreshed,' Lucien observed with a glance at Tamlin. I shrugged. 'Sleep well?'

'Like a babe.' I smiled at him and took another bite of food, and felt Lucien's eyes travel inexorably to my neck.

'What is that bruise?' Lucien demanded.

I pointed with my fork at Tamlin. 'Ask him. He did it.'

Lucien looked from Tamlin to me and then back again. 'Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you?' he asked with no small amount of amusement.

'I bit her,' Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak. 'We ran into each other in the hall after the Rite.'

I straightened in my chair.

'She seems to have a death wise,' he went on, cutting his meat. The claws stayed retracted but pushed against the skin above his knuckles. My throat closed up. Oh, he was mad- furious at my foolishness for leaving my room- but somehow managed to keep his anger on a tight, tight leash. 'So, if Feyre can't be bothered to listen to orders, then I can't be held accountable for the consequences.'

'Accountable?' I sputtered, placing my hands flat on the table. 'You cornered me in the hall like a wolf with a rabbit!'

Lucien propped an arm on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, his russet eye bright.

'While I might not have been myself, Lucien and I both told you to stay in your room,' Tamlin said, so calmly that I wanted to rip out my hair.

I couldn't help it. Didn't even try to fight the red-hot temper that razed my senses. 'Faerie pig!' I yelled, and Lucien howled, almost tipping back in his chair. At the sight of Tamlin's growing smile, I left.

It took me a couple of hours to stop painting little portraits of Tamlin and Lucien with pigs' features. But as I finished the last one- Two faerie pigs wallowing in their own filth, I would call it- I smiled into the clear, bright light of my private painting room. The Tamlin I knew had returned.

And it made me... happy.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“His skin was darker than I'd remembered- golden now, rather than pale.

Pale, from being locked Under the Mountain for fifty years. I scanned him, searching for any sign of the massive, membranous wings- the ones he'd admitted he'd loved flying with. But there was none. Just the male, smirking at me.

And that too-familiar expression- 'How dare you-'

Rhys snorted. 'I certainly missed that look on your face.' He stalked closer, his movements feline, those violet eyes turning subdued- lethal. 'You're welcome, you know.'

'For what?'

Rhys paused less than a foot away, sliding his hands into his pockets. The night didn't seem to ripple from him here- and he appeared, despite his perfection, almost normal. 'For saving you when asked.'

I stiffened. 'I didn't ask for anything.'

His stare dipped to my hand.

Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off the glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he'd gotten both gloves off. 'I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no.'

'I didn't say anything.'

He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye he'd tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. 'I heard it loud and clear.'

I wrenched my hand away. 'Take me back. Now. I didn't want to be stolen away.'

He shrugged. 'What better time to take you here? Maybe Tamlin didn't notice you were about to reject him in front of his entire court- maybe you can now simply blame it on me.'

'You're a bastard. You made it clear enough that I had... reservations.'

'Such gratitude as always.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Rhys laughed, finally sauntering toward the other end of the hall, which ended in a veranda open to the stars. 'I'm willing to accept your thanks at any time, you know,' he called to me without looking back.

Red exploded in my vision, and I couldn't breathe fast enough, couldn't think above the roar in my head. One heartbeat, I was staring at him- the next, I had my shoe in a hand.

I hurled it at him with all my strength.

All my considerable, immortal strength.

I barely saw my silk slipper as it flew through the air, fast as a shooting star, so fast that even a High Lord couldn't detect it as it neared-

And slammed into his head.

Rhys whirled, a hand rising to the back of his head, his eyes wide.

I already had the other shoe in my hand.

Rhys's lip pulled back from his teeth. 'I dare you.' Temper- he had to be in some mood today to let his temper show this much.

Good. That made two of us.

I flung my other shoe right at his head, as swift and hard as the first one.

His hand snatched up, grabbing the shoe mere inches from his face. Rhys hissed and lowered the shoe, his eyes meeting mine as the silk dissolved to glittering black dust in his fist. His fingers unfurled, the last of the sparkling ashes blowing into oblivion, and he surveyed my hand, my body, my face.

'Interesting,' he murmured, and continued on his way.

I debated tackling him and pummelling that face with my firsts, but I wasn't stupid. I was in his home, on top of a mountain in the middle of absolutely nowhere, it seemed. No one would be coming to rescue me- no one was even here to witness my screaming.

So I turned toward the doorway he'd indicated, heading for the dim stairwell beyond.

I'd nearly reached it, not daring to breathe too loudly, when a bright, amused female voice said behind me- far away, from wherever Rhys had gone to at the opposite end of the hall, 'So, that went well.'

Rhys's answering snarl sent my footsteps hurrying away.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Cassian said, 'I promise not to bite.'

Nesta's upper lip curled back as she faced him. 'I suppose this was your idea-'

'It was,' he lied with a grin. 'We're going to have a wonderful time together.'

They'd likely kill each other.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Relationships for women are more than taking off the clothes and wearing them back. It is about attachment of emotions, and feelings, but on the other hand, men are like fast and furious.”
― M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS

“I don't know what I'm playing at. I feel so romantic and furious all the time.”
― Gwendoline Riley

“Now that it is obvious we are falling at a furious speed, we are now just anticipating how much area will be covered by the dust from impact, how many more will not see their fall coming.”
― Fort Free

“Mom hadn't met Ramon; her advocacy was more arm's length - petitions, the website, letter writing, meetings with politicians. Her friend Hanna had formed a close friendship with Ramon though, visiting him as often as she could. Hanna told me that Ramon's greatest regret was that he wouldn't get to see his daughter grow up.

And Jeremy's dad, who had that opportunity, was just throwing it away.

It made me furious, and I couldn't let it go.”
― Robin Stevenson, The World Without Us

“They might have been two furious armies and the kiss a life-or-death battle.”
― Cristiane Serruya, Not A Book

“Fast and furious wins the race; slow and steady wins the rice”
― Sir P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“I stop and give him my best “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” look. It’s my opening salvo that all’s not well.”
― Melanie A. Smith, Everybody Lies

“In spite of her ‘might’, Mother is always tender … And if she (read nature) is ever furious, we all ought to listen to her carefully!”
― Sandeep Sahajpal, The Twelfth Preamble: To all the authors to be!

“I hate getting mad, for when I get mad, compared to me Escobar seems like a chocolate bar.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Woman Over World: The Novel

“I lost your cloak,' I croak up at him, my voice coming out all breath.

He peers down at me. 'You're a liar,' he says, eyes glittering with fury. 'A dirty, mortal liar.'

I close my eyes again against the harshness of his words.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“You look... refreshed,' Lucien observed with a glance at Tamlin. I shrugged. 'Sleep well?'

'Like a babe.' I smiled at him and took another bite of food, and felt Lucien's eyes travel inexorably to my neck.

'What is that bruise?' Lucien demanded.

I pointed with my fork at Tamlin. 'Ask him. He did it.'

Lucien looked from Tamlin to me and then back again. 'Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you?' he asked with no small amount of amusement.

'I bit her,' Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak. 'We ran into each other in the hall after the Rite.'

I straightened in my chair.

'She seems to have a death wish,' he went on, cutting his meat. The claws stayed retracted but pushed against the skin above his knuckles. My throat closed up. Oh, he was mad- furious at my foolishness for leaving my room- but somehow managed to keep his anger on a tight, tight leash. 'So, if Feyre can't be bothered to listen to orders, then I can't be held accountable for the consequences.'

'Accountable?' I sputtered, placing my hands flat on the table. 'You cornered me in the hall like a wolf with a rabbit!'

Lucien propped an arm on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, his russet eye bright.

'While I might not have been myself, Lucien and I both told you to stay in your room,' Tamlin said, so calmly that I wanted to rip out my hair.

I couldn't help it. Didn't even try to fight the red-hot temper that razed my senses. 'Faerie pig!' I yelled, and Lucien howled, almost tipping back in his chair. At the sight of Tamlin's growing smile, I left.

It took me a couple of hours to stop painting little portraits of Tamlin and Lucien with pigs' features. But as I finished the last one- Two faerie pigs wallowing in their own filth, I would call it- I smiled into the clear, bright light of my private painting room. The Tamlin I knew had returned.

And it made me... happy.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“If you have to tell someone you are furious, and then, furthermore, that you mean it, your fury has failed to achieve its desired effect.”
― Abercrombie, Joe

“If you have to tell someone you are furious, and then, furthermore, that you mean it, your fury has failed to achieve its desired effect.”
― Joe Abercrombie, Two's Company

“In a world of Fast & Furious, AI cars won’t need NOS—they’ll race with pure intelligence. – AIinCars”
― AIinCars

“Forgiving people is something you do after your rage pushes you to the breaking point." Iori spoke scornfully, and Hozumi widened his eyes. "If you have to forgive them right from the beginning, where are you supposed to put the anger you feel for these idiots? Where are you supposed to go, after being so humiliated, with no one standing up for you?”
― Saki Kawashiro, The Ex-Boyfriend's Favorite Recipe Funeral Committee