BRODIE: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned for SEGA.
Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat scorned.
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned. But that's the result of a chance meeting too. You're damned right. Drink up. We'll have another.
Hell hath no fury like a liberal scorned.
'Light fuse and get away' may work for a Roman candle, but not so much for the wrath of a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world will be better for this.