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Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury lik

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve

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They come together like the Coroners Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. – William Congreve

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For a long time I thought I could deal with my anger and hostility on my own. But I couldnt. I denied that it had affected me, and yet I was so frantic on the inside with other people: I needed to be constantly reassured. – Kelly McGillis

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Insurgents have capitalized on popular resentment and anger towards the United States and the Iraqi government to build their own political, financial and military support, and the faith of Iraqi citizens in their new government has been severely undermined. – Tom Lantos

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He who is incapable of feeling strong passions, of being shaken by anger, of living in every sense of the word, will never be a good actor. – Sarah Bernhardt

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Anger ventilated often hurries towards forgiveness anger concealed often hardens into revenge. – Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

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There he goes, in his long russet surtout, sweeping down yonder gravel-walk, beneath the trees, like a yellow leaf in autumn wafted along by a fitful gust of wind. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, of Monsieur d’Argentville

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