As if the blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
Go without hate, but not without rage. Heal the world.
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.
Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.
Oh, the tragedy and the anguish. You just gotta Rage Against the Appliance, man. The toast is burning and you just gotta rip it out and free it before it fills the house with smoke. Rage Against the Toaster.
If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage…
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.
Rage—Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles
Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.