Best 960 quotes in «revenge quotes» category

He who plots revenge must dig two graves.

His countenance instantly assumed an aspect of the deepest gloom, and he replied, "To seek one who fled from me.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

His guilt swelled up, churning like a paddle wheel in his stomach. He wanted desperately to flee. How do you escape something that comes from inside? The revenant, he knew, searched for him.

History is full of examples of men with deep-seated grievances who embraced good causes, in part at least, to settle old scores.

Hold mirth tight against your breast, but answer every injury with bladed heart.

Hot from hell. Caesar's spirit raging in revenge. Cry,havoc! And let slip the dogs of war.

How easy it all was, to get drunk, to go mad, to vandalise, to commit fraud. Perhaps she had always had criminal tendencies;

How well I know you by your deeds and how invariably you succeed in living down to what one expects of you!

How very kind of her, ' I said. 'I must remember to send her a card.' I'd send her a card alright. It would be the Ace of Spades, and I'd mail it anonymously from somewhere other than Bishop's Lacey.

Humans might have so many roles in life.... yet revenge is not one of them

I admired so many things about you. Almost everything. But I don’t want to wind up like you. I don’t want to starve to death, all alone on some island inside my own head. Hopeless.

I almost regret having helped you in your researches & having told you what I did

I always thought high school was supposed to be a time for finding yourself, but I guess that's only if you fit into the mold people have made for you.

I also knew that the deep rumble rolling through us was only nerves, a sensitivity to imagined repercussion, as if a sound were built into revenge.

I am Damian, the king of Antion, and no one will ever take someone I love from me again and live.

I believe in revenge... I’ve lost faith in much over the years, but not that.

(aside) Oh, you are well tuned now, But I’ll set down the pegs that make this music, As honest as I am.

I am talking about offering my services to Nahara. Helping them to rise in world power.” -Kai Sera Cerin Heliot: “It will be hard to convince them you are capable of this.” Kai: “Will it? I have the blood of the gods, Cerin, and Nahara is a country of religion.” Cerin: “What gives you such drive?” Kai: “Revenge.

I can be ruthless, unforgiving, and a manipulative bastard. But I don’t play games with sex.

I clench my fists and try not to scream and I tuck my friends in my heart and revenge I think has never looked so sweet.

I can't get his bones to go down the fucking drain. I try to stuff the tiny holes, too tiny for this pain. I can't get his bones to break any way for my gain. Break them back a little too far, never too far for the sake of sane.

I chose not to fight it. Eating them...is my revenge.

I certainly don’t have any interest in being on a dark veranda with any man except my husband, unlike some women do.” - Esther Norman

I could not make it right, but I could make someone pay for how wrong it had been.

I could hardly get to sleep for dreaming of revenge.

I don't get jealous, I get even.

...I'd given him my virginity because he told me I was special, but apparently I was simply a new link in a very long chain." "So what did you do?" ... "Put red pepper sauce in his rubbers.

I dont celebrate any friendship that was build on hate, because we share the common enemy.

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

I don't mind having to die now, for I see that he is the cause of my death is about to share the same fate.

I don't seek revenge because the karma bus always arrives on time.

I dead each day when her call was busy elsewhere.

I do not believe that I am a vindictive man, but when the immortal gods take a hand in the matter it is pardonable to observe the results with complacency.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

I feel something hot and violent writhing in my stomach. I want to hurt them. I stare at my eyes in the mirror. I want so, so I will.

If I ask God to punish my enemy with vengeful prayers, then He is fair to allow the enemy to do the same for me.

If Mark really had managed to acquire some information about the Mogodorians, and if doing so had gotten him into some kind of trouble, then we needed to help him

If I had allowed myself to dwell on revenge, it would turn to bitterness, and bitterness is the worst poison a man can give himself.

If I had it my way I'd slit your throat with the knife that you left in my back.

If, one day, you find yourself involved in a dirty game, keep in mind that you end up screwed unless you screw your opponent over.

If the secret core of potlatch is the reciprocity of exchange, why is this reciprocity not asserted directly, why does it assume the “mystified” form of two consecutive acts each of which is staged as a free voluntary display of generosity? Here we encounter the paradoxes of forced choice, of freedom to do what is necessary, at its most elementary: I have to do freely what I am expected to do. (If, upon receiving a gift, I immediately return it to the giver, this direct circulation would amount to an extremely aggressive gesture of humiliation, it would signal that I refused the other’s gifts — recall those embarrassing moments when elderly people forget and give us last year’s present once again … ) …the reciprocity of exchange is in itself thoroughly ambiguous; at its most fundamental, it is destructive of the social bond, it is the logic of revenge, tit for tat. To cover this aspect of exchange, to make it benevolent and pacific, one has to pretend that each person’s gift is free and stands on its own. This brings us to potlatch as the “pre-economy of the economy,” its zero-level, that is, exchange as the reciprocal relation of two non-productive expenditures. If the gift belongs to Master and exchange to the Servant, potlatch is the paradoxical exchange between Masters. Potlach is simultaneously the zero-level of civility, the paradoxical point at which restrained civility and obscene consumption overlap, the point at which it is polite to behave impolitely.

If only, revenge had the power to bring peace.

If Recsk had taught him anything, it was that for those intent on killing, life was the ultimate revenge.

If the world is unjust, get drunk, wave a sword, then cut off heads.

If we choose to, we can live in a world of comforting illusions. We can allow ourselves to be deceived by false realities. Or we can use them to hide our true intentions.

If you do not want to stop the wheels of progress; if you do not want to go back to the Dark Ages; if you do not want to live again under tyranny, then you must guard your liberty, and you must not let the church get control of your government. If you do, you will lose the greatest legacy ever bequeathed to the human race—intellectual freedom. Now let me tell you another thing. If all the energy and wealth wasted upon religion—in all of its varied forms—had been spent to understand life and its problems, we would today be living under conditions that would seem almost like Utopia. Most of our social and domestic problems would have been solved, and equally as important, our understanding and relations with the other peoples of the world would have, by now, brought about universal peace. Man would have a better understanding of his motives and actions, and would have learned to curb his primitive instincts for revenge and retaliation. He would, by now, know that wars of hate, aggression, and aggrandizement are only productive of more hate and more human suffering. The enlightened and completely emancipated man from the fears of a God and the dogma of hate and revenge would make him a brother to his fellow man. He would devote his energies to discoveries and inventions, which theology previously condemned as a defiance of God, but which have proved so beneficial to him. He would no longer be a slave to a God and live in cringing fear!

...if you bare your arse to a vengeful unicorn, the number of possible outcomes dwindles to one.

If you cut a tree down make sure you also cut the roots for if not a new tree will come

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.