I'm in a great rage now, as I understand how many lives we have lost.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I am livid with rage, sitting here in chains through this mad war which kills any meaning of life... My nerves are shattered and my mind darkened.
All through life I've harbored anger rather than expressed it at the moment.
I'm in a rage all of the time.
I have a lot of rage about things that didn't happen to me, tied up with watching an immigrant, working-class father struggle to make his way through the world - and seeing how society was modeled to keep him in his place.
We didn't lose as many lives as had been predicted although we're still in the process of finding those we lost.
I suppose there's an anger in all of us. Some hidden rage that you keep at bay.
The condition of rage is one in which I find myself starting my day - once I see the news headlines.
Everybody has to write out of rage sometimes.
Life is precious and there's not a lot of room for anger.
I don't have life rage anymore.