Quotes About Revenge

There is not much mental distance between a feeling of having been screwed and the ethic of total retaliation, or at least the kind of random revenge that comes with outraging the public decency.

Nearly everyone who has ridden a bike for any length of time will agree. The highways are crowded with people who drive as if their sole purpose in getting behind the wheel is to avenge every wrong ever done them by man, beast or fate.

The highways are crowded with people who drive as if their sole purpose in getting behind the wheel is to avenge every wrong ever done them by man, beast or fate.

My enemy is twice dead, and I still have him.

Probably the most blood came when I used a cheese grater on his knees.

I luv the ded, this old baster sez to me when I wiz tryin to get some innfurmashin out ov him. You fukin old pervirt I sez, gettin a bit fed up by this time enyway, an slit his throate; ah asks you whare the fukin Sleeping Byootie woz, no whit kind of humpin you lyke.

He asked nothing better than to kill an Englishman. He had accounts to settle with the bastards.

Bond broke into his warehouse one night and left a thermite bomb. He then went and sat in a café a mile away and watched the flames leap above the horizon of roof-tops and listened to the silver cascade of the fire-brigade bells.

SPECTRE Ã¢â'¬â€œ The Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Terrorism, Revenge, and Extortion.

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

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

It can happen sometimes, with those who brood on an injustice, that a taste for revenge can usefully combine with a sense of obligation.

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

Celor ce nu-È™i pot lua gândul de la o nedreptate li se întâmpl? uneori s? suprapun?, în minte, dorinÈ›a de revan?? cu sentimentul unei obligaÈ›ii morale.

How was I supposed to know that you let two little bears hurt you, Goldilocks? Ah, yes, that mouth. I missed it. All mine now.

Fuck the pack. I gave them fifteen years of my life. I fought for them, bled for them, and the moment my back was turned, they attacked my wife. I owe them nothing.

Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.

Had I known you were going to pull a pretty ribbon out of your sleeve like some two-bit magician, tie me up with it, and indulge your mental torture fetish in your basement, I would've shot you. Many times. Two-bit magician? Men like you enjoy being flattered.

I'm going to kick you in the head when I get home. Repeatedly.

This is payback, isn't it? Jim glared at me. Don't be ridiculous, I told him. As the Consort of the Pack, I'm far above petty revenge.

The last time Assistant Principal Parker called, a girl in the school's locker room had accused Julie of being a whore during the two years she'd spent on the street. My kid took exception to that and decided to communicate that by applying a chair to the offending party's head. I'd told her to go for the gut next time- it left less evidence.

I can't hate people that much. Don't get me wrong. I want to murder every last Keeper I can find. But that's not hate. That's vengeance.

The woman stared at the ruined body. Blood dripped from her arm. A fine spray of red covered her face --must've been cast off when she slammed down the cans. She wiped her face with her left forearm and kicked the stalker's corpse with her sneakered foot. Don't mess with Texas.

Curran, you can't bite his face off." "Yes, I can," Curran said in a monster voice. "You shouldn't." "He stole George's car. And he shot me." "He missed." "He missed, because I'm fast and I moved out of the way. If I bite his head off, he won't shoot me again.