Best 960 quotes in «revenge quotes» category

And if revenge was all I had, then I was goddamned if it wouldn’t be enough.

And now I demand that you do what the ignorant might feel is the easier thing. You must refrain from dying in battle. Revenge is not redress. Revenge is a wheel, and it turns backwards. The dead are not your masters.

And so we know the satisfaction of hate. We know the sweet joy of revenge. How it feels good to get even. Oh, that was a nice idea Jesus had. That was a pretty notion, but you can't love people who do evil. It's neither sensible or practical. It's not wise to the world to love people who do such terrible wrong. There is no way on earth we can love our enemies. They'll only do wickedness and hatefulness again. And worse, they'll think they can get away with this wickedness and evil, because they'll think we're weak and afraid. What would the world come to? But I want to say to you here on this hot July morning in Holt, what if Jesus wasn't kidding? What if he wasn't talking about some never-never land? What if he really did mean what he said two thousand years ago? What if he was thoroughly wise to the world and knew firsthand cruelty and wickedness and evil and hate? Knew it all so well from personal firsthand experience? And what if in spite of all that he knew, he still said love your enemies? Turn your cheek. Pray for those who misuse you. What if he meant every word of what he said? What then would the world come to? And what if we tried it? What if we said to our enemies: We are the most powerful nation on earth. We can destroy you. We can kill your children. We can make ruins of your cities and villages and when we're finished you won't even know how to look for the places where they used to be. We have the power to take away your water and to scorch your earth, to rob you of the very fundamentals of life. We can change the actual day into actual night. We can do these things to you. And more. But what if we say, Listen: Instead of any of these, we are going to give willingly and generously to you. We are going to spend the great American national treasure and the will and the human lives that we would have spent on destruction, and instead we are going to turn them all toward creation. We'll mend your roads and highways, expand your schools, modernize your wells and water supplies, save your ancient artifacts and art and culture, preserve your temples and mosques. In fact, we are going to love you. And again we say, no matter what has gone before, no matter what you've done: We are going to love you. We have set our hearts to it. We will treat you like brothers and sisters. We are going to turn our collective national cheek and present it to be stricken a second time, if need be, and offer it to you. Listen, we-- But then he was abruptly halted.

And that someone would pay. Revenge is a cold bedfellow, Diana had said, but Emma didn't believe that. Revenge would let her think about her parents without a cold knot forming in her stomach. She would be able to dream without seeing their drowned faces and hearing their voices cry out for her help.

And what sort of choice is fall in love with me, or you’re a pig?” “Justice.” Lizzie twirled a lock of hair around her little finger.

An eye for an eye is never enough. Never, never, never.

Anger can be used for destruction and construction, It will be your decision that how you will use it.

Anger fed him and clothed him and he owed it much.

Anger is a mischievous destroyer of you, for it contains the particles of revenge.

Anger is a revenge that can never be controlled.

An open heart has greater power than a clenched fist.

Anything worth having is hard to get, therefore – anything worth losing is hard to let go. Success is revenge.

A person's true identity can often be difficult to discern, even to themselves, causing one to question their character, their calling, their very existence. For most, time gives clarity, but for others, these questions remained unanswered for an identity can not be fully defined when it is a guarded secret.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

As hard as my life has been I have no desire for revenge. If I wish for anything it is for all the things that have been stolen from my life to be returned to me.

As he fills me, I wonder if—in the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume—we don’t really “make” love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world. Because when he’s in me, I feel the space around us changing, charging, and it seems to set off some kind of feedback loop, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to. Having sex with Barrons sates my need. Then feeds it. Sates, then feeds. It’s a never-ending cycle. I get out of bed with him, frantic to be back in it again. And I— “—hated you for it,” he says gently. That was my line. “I never get enough, Mac. Drives me bug-fuck. I should kill you for what you make me feel.” I understand perfectly. He is my vulnerability. I would become Shiva, the world-eater, for him.

As long as parmanus (subatomic particles) match, there is oneness, and then it turns into revenge (vengeance). Wherever there is infatuation, there will indeed be revenge there.

As they say, revenge is a dish best served cold, and I was prepared to eat it frozen.

A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head.

At the same time, the thought of Gisela suffering at Ruexner's hands sent ice water through his veins, along with a stab of guilt. If Gisela should suffer pain or distress at Ruexner's hands, it would be his fault. Ruexner had only taken her because of his hatred for Valten. " God, I must save her. I must not fail.

A strike within the realm of the professional never justifies retribution in the realm of the personal

—Aun no entiendo cómo puedo odiar tanto a alguien a quien amo—me dijo con furia. —Yo siento exactamente lo mismo, salvo que yo ya no te amo. Solo me queda odio para ti.

Back then I gave up on Ruo Xi because of power, abandoned the vows we made to never leave each other. Now imperial brother, for the Qing Empire, and the past grievances has also given up the chance to be together forever. You’re the same as me. The things you once had are all gone in the end. With Ruo Xi, you’re the same as me. A failure. -8th Prince

Ayara was no saviour tonight. No, she wasn’t a saviour at all. Ayara Drogon was a Shadow Assassin and she was the personification of death.

Banal sexism aside, I find myself tempted to read Wuthering Heights as one thick stacked act of revenge for all that life withheld from Emily. But the poetry shows traces of a deeper explanation. As if anger could be a kind of vocation for some women. It is a chilly thought.

Before I sought truth. Now I seek justice.

Because Bogdan wanted more than she could ever give him. Because she mistrusted Stefan. Because Nicolae’s questions festered under her skin. Because Petru, young and thickheaded but hers, was dead, killed by the boyars she had then eliminated in the dining room of this very castle. Because even after all this, she knew in the blood that flowed through her veins that she could trust Radu. And because…Nicolae had been right. Lada was trying to pick a fight with Mehmed, even if she had not realized it before. She was not doing it for Wallachia. She did it for herself. For everything he had been to her. For all the ways he had failed her. She had Wallachia, and she would do everything she could to protect it, but she wanted to punish Mehmed. Kidnapping Radu—taking back the first, and the last, thing Mehmed had taken from her—might be enough to make him come to her when tens of thousands of bodies had not. Just three bodies mattered. The same three that had always mattered. Radu’s. Lada’s. And Mehmed’s.

Before embarking on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. One for the fool and one for all those pesky relatives.” – Dread Emperor Vindictive the First

Before you reach the point of forgiveness, you go through the phase where you pray... for every possible misfortune and ill luck to strike them dead while you sit and watch.

Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves, Confucius said. Revenge unstitches civilisation.

Being happy is the best revenge.

Being nice to someone who did you foul in the past is kinda like a mature way of getting revenge because it sometimes confuses the hell out of them & brings them to the realization that they no longer can manipulate your emotions with their actions...something they thought they'd always be able to do.

Believe me, daughter, there is nothing worse than having your own family member out for revenge.

Beware pride; it would have us seek revenge from those most deserving of our pity.

Be ready to defend yourself as I'm coming out of the shelf

Beware of those who don't fight back. Sooner or later, they will.

Birinden intikam alacak güce ve imkana sahip olduğumuzda, aslında intikam almış kadar oluyorduk ve rahatlıyorduk. Bu rahatlığın büyümesine izin verirsek, intikam almanın stresine hiç katlanmak zorunda kalmıyorduk. Belki de mesele güçteydi. O güce sahip olma amacıyla yaşıyorduk, güce sahip olduğumuzda da tüm hırsımız sönüyordu.

Both of us were always in a fight, He won over my friends, I won in life. He always wanted to marry this girl, I ended up calling her my wife.

Black Magic is the best revenge.

Bread and water will not break me, and if you choose to isolate me, I shall have only but more time to plot against my oppressors.

But magic was not always so linear. It was born from odium. From love. From revenge.

Bringing this man’s murderer to justice was more important to Sebastian than he could begin to explain, even to himself.

Burn them all, little dragon.

But I want to be better than the lessons they taught me. I want my love to be greater that my hate, my mercy to be stronger than my vengeance.

But life wasn't a fairy tale, and I had no problem doing what was necessary to get what I wanted, even if it meant playing dirty.

Brie's expiration date on revenge was never.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

But you know what they say - old milk turns sour but old scores just get sweeter.

By dread things I am compelled. I know that. I see the trap closing. I know what I am. But while life is in me I will not stop this violence. No. Oh my friends who is there to comfort me? Who understands? Leave me be, let me go, do not soothe me. This is a knot no one can untie. There will be no rest, there is no retrieval. No number exists for griefs like these.

But what is a memorial, when you come right down to it, but a commemoration of wounds endured? Endured, and resented. Without memory, there can be no revenge.