anger....for me....
Heav'n hath no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.
-- William Congreve, The Mourning Bride, III:2.
She is not old, she is not young,
The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue.
The haggard cheek, the hungering eye,
The poisoned words that wildly fly,
The famished face, the fevered hand,
Who slights the worthiest in the land,
Sneers at the just, contemns the brave,
And blackens goodness in its grave...
-- William Watson, The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue.
And she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin,
But she is the sort of person you could liken to a pin.
And she pricks you, and she sticks you, in a way that can't be said,
When you seek for what has hurt you, why, you cannot find the head.
-- Ella Wheeler Wilcox, A Pin.
If there be devils, would I were a devil,
To live and burn in everlasting fire,
So I might have your company in hell,
But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
-- William Shakespeare. Titus Andronicus, V:1.
Anyone can become angry. That is easy. But to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose and in the right way... that is not easy.
-- Aristotle.
We boil at different degrees.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
If you prick us, do we not bleed?
if you tickle us, do we not laugh?
if you poison us, do we not die?
and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
-- William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice.
posted by jeni at 2:11 PM
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