Afeni Shakur Quotes

Being angry is like picking up a knife with no handle: it is self-harming.

Anger: an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows and lie low until the wrath has passed. For there is often a monstrous incongruity between the hopes, however noble and tender, and the action which follows them. It is as if ivied maidens and garlanded youths were to herald the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Passion is very destructive.

I think there's a lot of catastrophe in this world and a lot of cruelty and a lot of carelessness.

Cause I lit him on fire,” I shrugged and brushed dust from my pants.

If everyone fought fire with fire, the whole world would go up in smoke.

Plenty of people did not care for him much, but then there is a huge difference between disliking somebody - maybe even disliking them a lot - and actually shooting them, strangling them, dragging them through the fields and setting their house on fire.

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

This is how the fire starts. This is how we burn.

That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.

Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!

There is sadness and confusion in our hearts / And the world prepares to fight / as it tears itself apart, it isn't fair

I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn't flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.

I was all set to blow some crap up.

Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.

We don't build,' I said to my son, 'we just destroy.

Leo had seen Tia Callida in action; she liked knives, snakes and putting babies in roaring fires. Yeah, definitely let's unleash her rage. Great idea.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

The man who seeks revenge digs two graves.

Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast ‘em, fry and roast ‘em! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Ya-harri-hey! Ya hoy!