Sentence examples for an inner fury from inspiring English sources

Winter Chinook, for sure, I decided in an inner fury.

It's profoundly moving to see a twenty-two-year-old art student struggle with the pettifogging scrutiny of her fogyish male professors and declare, with the kind of simple, good-humored calm with which all absolute visionaries see past as trivial to the total, the existential urgency that whips her into an inner fury in her daily life.

The pared-down orchestra was perfectly in accord with soloist Christopher Maltman, whose intense account of a man whose young children are claimed by scarlet fever seemed to burn with an inner fury at life, fate and himself for watching it happen.

As the BBC's Mark Mardell says on his blog: "The biggest revelation in former Defence Secretary Robert Gates' memoirs is the former Pentagon chief, a man known for his calm and charm, seethed with an inner fury at the Washington game".

Lavant is one of the key actors of recent decades, one who, like classic-era movie actors, conveys an entire world of inner fury in perfect immobility — but who is no Methodical thespian but a hurricane of physical energy and an epicure of grace.

And Sunday, as the Giants slogged through an inconsistent (though certainly dramatic) victory over the Washington Redskins, Bradshaw's inner fury boiled over on two occasions that drew the ire of his coach and left at least one teammate with a bit of a headache.

If he could translate this seething torrent of inner fury into the occasional facial expression, he'd have the "dapper cockney psycho" market sewn up.

The history of art may be the history of freethinking artists who are turmoil-trailing tornadoes of irrepressible passion, but it's also about having the practical sense to give outer form to inner fury.

As embodied by Keegan-Michael Key, on the Comedy Central sketch show "Key & Peele," Luther gave voice to the coolheaded President's inner fury over everything from the Tea Party ("Oh, don't even get me started on these motherfuckers") to birtherism ("I have a hot-diggity-doggity-mamase-mamasa-mamakusa birth certificate, you dumb-ass crackers!").

That's also why Schrader's obsessive cinema is lustrous and sinuous: even the most ordinary daily interactions are infused with the inner furies that threaten to break out when struck wrong, when the tense and fragile veneer shatters.

The film's special music is that of Dickinson's poems, which are heard, throughout, in recitations by Nixon that catch the glint of raging inner furies looming deep within the poems' plain surfaces and lullingly singsong hymnal rhythms.