Such indeed was her image, that neither could Shakespeare describe, nor Hogarth paint, nor Clive act, a fury in higher perfection.

She was singed, bleeding, bruised, and furiously alive.

I don’t know what I’m playing at. I feel so romantic and furious all the time.

Relationships for women are more than taking off the clothes and wearing them back. It is about attachment of emotions, and feelings, but on the other hand, men are like fast and furious.