His face was still expressionless, but Mary sensed the bitter rage that filled him.

He rehearsed it to the point of anger, deep and bitter rage.

A deep, bitter rage for which he could find no target.

But they were not much slower, so great was their bitter rage.

Atticus had been building to a bitter rage for hours.

I could feel the bitter rage about to erupt inside me again.

Even now, long days later, the memory filled him with a bitter rage.

The eyes glaring up showed not a flicker of pain, only bitter rage at having failed.

So he simply poured all the bitter rage within his heart into his glare.

Through Sisko's calm exterior she saw the bitter rage that comes from the death of a friend.