Happiness is a road seldom traveled by the multitudes. If you find it, please, don't take it for granted. If you Happen to stray from it, don't let negative obstacles overcome you. Anger and rage only detour you from your final objectives. The future holds nothing but opportunity, and good things happen to good people I promise— Jeff Hardy
Risky Road Rage quotations
Road rage is the expression of the amateur sociopath in all of us, cured by running into a professional.
I have some road rage inside of me. Traffic, especially in L.A., is a pet peeve of mine.
In contrast to the path of selfishness, there is no room for road rage on the straight and narrow way.
I need to listen to chill music when I'm driving. It prevents road rage.
Unwanted honking not only irritates others, but may also end up causing accidents. Drivers lose cool and it may result in road rage.
I have a lot of road rage. Mostly with the rickshaw and cab drivers trying to cut me; it's the traffic. Grrrr!
OH, I LIKE smoking, I do. I smoke for my health, my mental health. Tobacco gives you little pauses, a rest from life. I don't suppose anyone smoking a pipe would have road rage, would they?
My dad invented road rage. He wasn't the first guy to get mad in the car, but he was first guy to get mad enough to make the paper.
Lower your cortisol level. The happiest people have the lowest level of cortisol, a stress hormone that raises blood pressure and weakens the immune system. Cut the stress-more yoga, less road rage-and you'll cut your cortisol production.
This is where our obsession with going fast and saving time leads.
To road rage, air rage, shopping rage, relationship rage, office rage, vacation rage, gym rage. Thanks to speed, we live in the age of rage.
I used to have a road-rage issue.
Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage. ---Beth about Wrath
I'm an awful driver. I'm not going to lie about it. I'm not a good driver. I tried for a long time to pretend that I was. There's a lot of road rage and a lot of times it's directed at something I've done on the road.
I think I'm a very good driver. Apparently, the cause of road rage - as with most anger - is some kind of superiority complex, which, god knows, cars foster.
Never try to do anything artistic when you're feeling something overwhelming.
It's like driving a car: If you're experiencing road rage, pull over.
The greatest luxury is not driving. I didn't own a car until I was 30, and that was a Rolls-Royce, so it was cheaper to insure a chauffeur. I never want to drive again. My mind is always on other things. I hate parking, and I'm very short-tempered and would get road rage, I'm sure.
I get road rage. I can't drive because I cuss people out.
Then, you also have that, we all have that sense of wanting to belong.
We all have that road-rage, you can relate to that road-rage because you're so frustrated. The sense of frustration, the sense of getting caught, doing something wrong, all those are sort of universal emotions and you just have to make it specific to yourself and you channel this, I don't know what it is, but this inner self and then try to capture the vulnerability.
The rage for road building is beneficent for America, where vast distance is so main a consideration in our domestic politics andtrade, inasmuch as the great political promise of the invention is to hold the Union staunch, whose days already seem numbered by the mere inconvenience of transporting representatives, judges and officers across such tedious distances of land and water.
It's music rage, which is like road rage, only more righteous.
When you get road rage, a tiny part of you knows you're being a jerk, but when you get music rage, you're carrying out the will of God, and God wants these people dead.
The greatest players use anger as fuel.
Michael Jordan played every night with something like road rage.
I learned to drive when I was 35. I'm driving like an old lady and very close to the wheel. I don't take many risks, and when people yell at me I say 'sorry, sorry, sorry!' I don't have road rage yet.
We can either passively continue on the road to utter domestication and destruction or turn in the direction of joyful upheaval, passionate and feral embrace of wildness and life that aims at dancing on the ruins of clocks, computers and that failure of imagination and will called work. Can we justify our lives by anything less than such a politics of rage and dreams?