Top 35 Rant Quotes

One thing I’ve learned about death threats is that they’re great, actually. You should actually be grateful for death threats because those who are taking the time to threaten you that way are getting it out of their system. That’s really what they rant to do, yell at you, and they want to threaten you.

I met Kanye. I’m starstruck, man, but I stayed away from that guy. I didn’t want him to go on a rant, go off on me. He did it at his wedding.

I was into Black Power, and my practice Oxbridge essay was a rant. The headmistress said I’d never get in with that, but she was probably wrong. I was the ideal combination: a swot who was also a bad girl.

I was exceptionally opinionated as a teenager, never afraid to rant and ruin a birthday party or cinema trip.

Don’t even get me started about how much I hate the Internet, ’cause I’ll rant for hours about this.

I rant and rave about noise pollution.

Computers and the Internet have made it really easy to rant. It’s made everyone overly opinionated.

I could go on a long rant about how much I despise e-mail. I wish it was more socially acceptable to ignore people.

My tolerance for crazy people is, I think, high a tolerance as you’re ever going to find. I love being around David Allen Coe. I would have loved to hang out with Tiny Tim. I can listen to Sun Ra on a tape-recording rant.

I rant, therefore I am.

Never angrily rant into your web cam. While smashing a keyboard in half over a game of ‘World of Warcraft’ may seem totally justified in your head, to the rest of the known universe you look like a raging psychopath.

Sometimes I rant, in a comical way, about how the gods give with one hand and take with the other.

Nothing irritates me more than going to see an artist and paying all this money and then have them rant about very specific political opinions.

I feel like some sort of fiction-writing hobo, jumping trains and always hoping I’ll find a good place to start a fire in the next town. And I keep having these panicky episodes where I corner my husband and rant at him: ‘I don’t have anywhere to write! I can’t write! I don’t have a place to write!’

It’s a lot more fun for actors to cry and rant and rave, or have a drug problem or a drinking problem.

My own view would be to let Saddam bluster, let him rant and rave all he wants. As long as he behaves himself within his own borders, we should not be addressing any attack or resources against him.

I used to have a rant all the time when things went wrong, at everybody around me, because you just have to get the frustration out.

When doing comedy, I do what makes me laugh. The first person I learned from said I should talk about things I am passionate about – that I love or hate – because the audience likes to see passion. The stuff I rant and rave about stems from a place that really pisses me off.

I tend to sit around with my friends a lot and rant and rave about things I think are ridiculous in the world, and I tend to make fun of myself a lot.

My recipe for dealing with anger and frustration: set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes, cry, rant, and rave, and at the sound of the bell, simmer down and go about business as usual.

I’m not going to go on Twitter and rant about something.

Facts tend to take the punch out of a good hate rant and are therefore left best unsaid.

I used to be the sort of person who’d listen to a taxi driver going on about the-country-going-to-the-dogs-blah-blah, and let him rant on. But now I don’t. I find myself letting rip.

The word ‘ranting’ is kind of overused now. Literally, if you just talk about a subject for 30 seconds or more, even if you never raised your voice, if I just talk about it, it’s called a rant.

Punk was a protest against work and against boredom. It was a sign of life, a rant, a scream, a rejection of bourgeois morals. But have things improved since then? Arguably, they’ve got worse.

Ultimately, if someone’s paying hard-earned money to see me play live, they don’t want a rant about what’s happening on the other side of the world. They don’t want to know which way they should vote.

Look, I’m not expecting the establishment to suddenly open their arms to Donald Trump. But considering their own role in creating the long-term challenges that this president is now addressing, could they just show a little humility before embarking on their next Trump-hating rant?

A novel is not a rant.

I used to do this big rant at the end of some gigs with Ben Folds Five. The band broke into this big heavy metal thing and I started as a joke to scream in a heavy metal falsetto. I found myself saying things like: Feel my pain, I am white, feel my pain.

Certain Arabs love Dubai because it’s not at all like where they live. Certain others hate it for the same reason. When you hear an Osama bin Laden sympathizer rant about the decadence and hypocrisy of the Arab ruling class, you can be certain he’s picturing a nightclub in Dubai.

The free market allowed shock jocks to flourish, and millions of listeners apparently enjoyed the rant.

To me, ‘rant’ was ranting and raving. So to me, it’s heightened. emotional flipping out, frothing at the mouth. Where I grew up, that was a rant. I don’t consider what I’m doing ranting.

So much of ‘Fight Club’ was a rant against fathers.

Now, I don’t want to get off on a rant here, but guilt is simply God’s way of letting you know that you’re having too good a time.

Hunger has no ideology. It does not respond to party or to rant. Hunger, in short, is not a red state/blue state problem.