Seneca the Younger Quotes

Destroy yourself, if you don't know!

He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.

I will burn your city, your land, your self.

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

War can be fun for certain people. It's a magnet for sadists, losers, and angry dreamers.

Once blood is shed in a national quarrel, reason and right are swept aside by the rage of angry men.

Man has the power to act as his own destroyer - and that is the way he has acted through most of his history.

I grew up with lots of anger, frustration, and violence in my heart.

The world can make you very angry.

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other.

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.

If you make your heart into a weapon, you end up using it on yourself.

A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.

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

Anger is like a ruin, which, in falling upon its victim, breaks itself to pieces.

Anger is brief madness

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

I was hell bent on destruction... it was like being possessed by a demon.

My guitar wants to kill your mama.

Annoyed?” said Sophie. “Why should I be annoyed? Someone only filled the castle with rotten aspic, and deafened everyone in Porthaven, and scared Calcifer to a cinder, and broke a few hundred hearts. Why should that annoy me?

Anger is like fire. It burns all clean.

destruction is ultimately self-destruction.

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.