“Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.”
Catullus
“Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Dylan Thomas
“During the spring of 2003, as the war in Iraq raged across TV screens and in the pages of the press, 16 members of the media profession provided both the ink and the blood.”
Chris Cramer
“I'll meet the raging of the skies, / But not an angry father.”
Thomas Campbell
“People who fly into a rage always make a bad landing”
Will Rogers
“Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.”
William Shakespeare
“To be angry about trifles is mean and childish; to rage and be furious is brutish; and to maintain perpetual wrath is akin to the practice and temper of devils; but to prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.”
Alan Watts
