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She will not listen to reason, because reason would rob her of her rage, and all of her vitality is now in her rage. There are reasons in the reincarnational background. Some have been given (in early 1964).

Now, if you will forgive me, he sees your mother’s stupidity in important matters. If she is destructive, he sees that this destruction is the other face of love never truly given. It is not aimed, it is a rage, enveloping like a storm of nature, enveloping even the personality from whom it emits, so that the mother becomes a victim also.

They, your parents, are done with each other, your mother being more honest than your father in this respect. (Long pause.) Her rage, you must understand, is the other face of life, vitality and love, and she will not give up her demands. She will try to shove him out, and he will cower before her strength. He always resented her vitality.

[...] Of the last few months or so I spent at my mother’s house—when she called me time after time during those spring and summer months of 1950: she wanted her pillows turned, she cried out in rage and pain—and here I was some 30 years later, calling out to Rob (voice breaking) to move my pillows or raise my head. [...]

[...] No wonder she raged and screamed and struck out—yet I certainly, as far as I know, don’t hold myself to blame, since I understood as well as I could. [...]

[...] He got in his car as fast as he could and drove away, leaving mother raging on the bedside. [...]

Timidity has roots of rage.

(“Why these roots of rage in my wife?”)

(Long pause at 4:20.) They do not come into life with feelings of rage, or anger, and basically they do not experience doubts or fears. [...]

Many people believe that birth, to the contrary, is a time of trauma, or even of rage, as the infant leaves its mother’s womb. [...]

[...] We have fear and rage on the part of the girl, for despite the children she is yet a girl, and a very nice one. [...]

What he does not understand is the rage that she is containing. [...]

[...] If you feel filled with rage, then do not say, “I am filled with peace,” and expect results. [...] If you are furious, then beat a pillow and experience the rage, but without violence to another. [...]

[...] The knowledge of your own power releases you from all fears, and hence of all rage.

They feel isolated and alone, unappreciated, filled with rage which is being constantly expressed — in many cases, though not all — through a steady series of minor social crimes. [...]

[...] [Note: The Gallaghers also told us that the rage in the village is to wear such uniforms.])

[...] The idea also being that outside of the known order provided by these stories, there were raging forces working against man’s existence. [...]

[...] In fact, that kind of rage is the mark of a perfectionist caught in what seems to be the grasp of a world not only imperfect, but evil.

The would-be suicide’s problem is usually not one of suppressed rage or anger, it is instead the feeling that there is no room in his or her private life for further development, expression, or accomplishment, or that those very attributes are meaningless.

[...] They try desperately to control themselves and their environment against what seems to be a raging, spontaneous mass of primitive impulses from within, and against a mindless, chaotic, ancient force of nature. [...]

If you believe that hate is wrong and evil, and then find yourself hating someone, you may try to inhibit the emotion or turn it against yourself — raging against yourself rather than another. [...]

[...] When you rage against humanity it is because you love it. [...]

For example: Many of you believe in the basis of Freudian psychology — that the son naturally wants to displace the father in his mother’s attentions, and that beneath the son’s love for his father, there rages the murderous intent to kill. [...]

[...] The rest will follow as you are ready for it and if you rush up in rage against me then I will leave Ruburt to face it. [...]

[...] We have fear and rage on the part of the girl, for despite the children she is yet a girl, and a very nice one. [...]

What he does not understand is the rage that she is containing. [...]

[...] I was prepared if she did go into a rage, but this didn’t develop. [...]

[...] It was raging stronger than ever as we sat for the session at 9:15; drifts were piled several feet high against the northern side of the house, and against our new screened-in back porch facing the west. [...]

The black thing simply raged. [...]

[...] I was filled with impotent rage at the turn events have taken for us, but said little. [...]