Best 93 quotes in «retribution quotes» category

Systems of retributive justice work well as long as they are proportional. However, in complex societies, where the State is the arbiter of justice, proportionality may break down: offences created by the elite few become offences against the entire community.

The disaster, as Dad and others saw it, was the emerging AIDS crisis and the cultural attacks instigated by conservative against gay men and women in the early 1980s. It was found in the cruel indifference of President Ronald Reagan, who wouldn’t publicly address the epidemic until the end of his second term, after twenty thousand Americans had died, and the hostile rhetoric of conservatives close to Reagan like Jerry Falwell, founder of the Moral Majority, and Pat Buchanan, Reagan’s future speechwriter. In 1983, Buchanan wrote of AIDS, “The poor homosexuals–they have declared war upon nature, and now nature is extracting an awful retribution.

We all have the beast in us Bill, and it is up to us to control it.

There is no elegance in hate, but there is tremendous beauty in the unintended revenge of living well and being happy.

Time and Nemesis will do that which I would not, were it in my power remote or immediate. You will smile at this piece of prophecy - do so, but recollect it: it is justified by all human experience. No one was ever even the involuntary cause of great evils to others, without a requital: I have paid and am paying for mine - so will you.

Unfortunately, he had no training in the healers' arts. But if he ever encountered the person who had struck Mechanic Mari like that, Alain knew he would use the skills he did have to even the score. He did not know why he resolved to do that, but he did. At least he was fairly sure that his reason was not love. Whatever love was, other than something to be avoided. Master Mechanic Mari had shown clear signs of being concerned when Alain spoke of it, and had denied experiencing love with other Mechanics, so perhaps Mechanics also were warned to avoid love. It must be a very dangerous thing.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was covered in blood. The second thing I noticed was that this didn’t bother me the way it should have. I didn’t feel the urge to scream or speak, to beg for help, or even to wonder where I was. Those instincts were dead, and I was calm as my wet fingers slid up the tiled wall, groping for a light switch. I found one without even having to stand. Four lights slammed on above me, one after the other, illuminating the dead body on the floor just a few feet away. My mind processed the facts first. Male. Heavy. He was lying face down in a wide, red puddle that spread out from beneath him. The tips of his curly black hair were wet with it. There was something in his hand. The fluorescent lights in the white room flickered and buzzed and hummed. I moved to get a better view of the body. His eyes were closed. He could have been asleep, really, if it weren’t for the blood. There was so much of it. And by one of his hands it was smeared into a weird pattern. No. Not a pattern. Words. PLAY ME. My gaze flicked to his hand. His fist was curled around a small tape recorder. I moved his fingers—still warm—and pressed play. A male voice started to speak. "Do I have your attention?" the voice said. I knew that voice. But I couldn’t believe I was hearing it.

The only reason I haven't shot you yet is because he's the one who should get to do it," I say. "Stay away from him or I'll decide I no longer care.

There was retribution for what I had done, For it is evil to destroy, Useless to restore what one has damaged, To rebuild what one has demolished.

We'd rather have a grand spectacle of retribution of the 'wicked', than their silent walk towards redemption that our wishes questions the depth and nature of our love and hearts.

What happened to the perp?” “Perp?” “The piece of crap who tried to kill my wife. Where is he now?” There was a pause, then, “Well, uh, you see, the guy—he’s in the parking lot right now.” “What’s he doing there? Is he being arrested?” “Actually, he’s resting. As a matter of fact, he’s going to be resting for a really long time.” Nick understood the term. “Tommy, by any chance did he stumble upon an open window?

What I did cannot be forgiven, any more than it could have been avoided.

Yes," said Locke."Yes, Master Ibelius. I'm going to put that fucker in the dirt as deeply as any man who's ever been murdered, ever since the world began.

When you repay evil with evil, you become evil.

Y esto me hace pensar en la necesidad de inventar previamente algún sistema que permita detectar la canallería en personajes respetables y medirla con exactitud para descontarle a cada individuo la cantidad que merece que se le descuente. Una especie de canallómetro que indique con una aguja la cantidad de mierda producida por el señor X en su vida hasta este Juicio Final, la cantidad a deducir en concepto de sinceridad o de buena disposición, y la cantidad neta que debe tragar, una vez hechas las cuentas.

But if used for retribution, magic is vengeance incarnate.

You know what’s worse than burying your own child? Not burying your own child.

All emphasis in American prisons is on punishment, retribution, and disparagement, and almost none is on rehabilitation.

An eye for an eye til everyone is blind.

As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.

A traitor commits his crime but once. The rest/is retribution.

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

But grant the wrath of Heaven be great, 'tis slow. [Lat., Ut sit magna tamen certe lenta ira deorum est.]

All by yourself, unable to express the pain of your distress with your deeper inside. You alienate yourself and everybody else.

Fundamentalist Muslim terrorists kill three thousand Americans, but America isn't supposed to respond, because if we respond, they'll respond. We always hear about 'karmic retributions' and the 'cycle of violence' only after we've been hit.

Every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back, I hope you feel it.

Forgiveness doesn't diminish justice; it just entrusts it to God. He guarantees the right retribution.

God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.

Heaven never defaults. The wicked are sure of their wages, sooner or later.

Heaping glowing coals on another person's head is usually misunderstood and comes to nothing because the other person knows just as well that he is in the right and has also given some thought on his own part to heaping coals.

I'd love to spit some Beechnut in that dude's eye and shoot him with my ole forty-five.

I don't know karate, but I know crazy.

Retribution is a dog chasing its tail.

I was ready to approach her with my English charm, when her brass knuckled boyfriend grabbed me by the arm.

Jealousy endlessly eats through my mind, and jealously endlessly makes me be unkind.

Justice can span years. Retribution is not subject to a calendar.

Let's just kill everyone and let God sort them out.

It is a just retribution for improper sexual misconduct

My homie lost his family and snapped, shot up half the block to bring them back.

My trigger finger itching, positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on. No remorse or second thoughts.

Revenge is more wild, less calculated...deeply personal. Retribution is a punishment that is morally right and fully deserved. (Mitch Rapp)

The best revenge is to always survive yourself.

That was clearly a tackle aimed at getting revenge - or maybe it was just out-and-out retribution.

Strip those clowns down to nudity, shove the chrome where they doo doo be.

The light that stopped the night felt like forgiveness.

The forces of retribution are always listening. They never sleep.

The divine power moves with difficulty, but at the same time surely.

There are some duties we owe even to those who have wronged us. There is, after all, a limit to retribution and punishment.

We're out playing ball in the gym, I put boogers on the basketball and pass it to him.

Too much of nothing, it just makes a fellow mean.