Quotes About Revenge

On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.

Quero vê-lo morto, mas ele já está morto - Roarke fletiu os nós dos dedos doridos. - Por isso não posso fazer nada. E ainda assim, quero enfiar-lhe os punhos na cara; queria ter-lhe arrancado o coração do peito antes mesmo de ele ter encostado um dedo em ti. Daria tudo o que tenho se o pudesse fazer. Mas em vez disso, não posso fazer nada.

You're a dead man, Roarke. You don't know it, but you've already stopped breathing. The walking dead. And when you finally realize you're dead, and drop to the ground and you're laying there, I'm going to step over your cold, lifeless body, open the doors of that department store you call a closet, and I torch it. Eve Dallas

Her feet were killing her. And it made her imagine traveling back in time, hunting down whoever had invented stiletto heels, and beating the crap out of him.

Vengeance is like a fire. The more it devours, the hungrier it gets.

It had been so good to see his enemy again. Positively heartwarming. Hallmark really needed to start up a line of revenge cards, the kind that let you reach out to those you were going to come after with a vengeance. - Lash

Carving? Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait. Jane whistled under her breath. Do I get to do it? He barked a laugh. No! Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.

I'm still convinced you're doing my GTO, you bastard.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead? Vishous to Butch

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vitals.

How about I duct-tape his ass cheeks together? Short-sheet his bed? Ex-Lax his chocolate pudding…? I have other ideas, you know…

And he was not lonely. Never had been. Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.

Beneath the wardrobe of a gentlemale, he had the soul of vengeance and not just a little street in him.

The Black Dagger Brotherhood were keeping him alive, so that they could kill him. Given the sum of Xcor's earthly pursuits, which had been at their best violent, and at their worst downright depraved, it seemed an apt end for him. -Xcor's thoughts

She was batting a thousand when it came to burying those who had wronged her, the living, breathing "bitch" in that jolly little saying about payback.

Like right now? She was castrating him, throwing his balls down the disposal in the sink and hitting the switch

He absolutely was a coward. A weak coward whose dead had not been avenged, who had no voice, and whose body was nothing even a ten-year-old would envy.

As V headed to the door, he wanted to lay down a minefield of triggers in the guy's brain, forge all sorts of neuropathways so that if the bastard thought of Jane sexually he'd feel dread or nausea or maybe burst into tears like a total sissy. After all, adverse impulse training was a godsend when it came to deprogramming.

As Apex trained his gun on the male who had given him the best blow job of his life about twelve hours before, he really wanted to shot the wolven. He was praying —praying— that the motherfucker would do something stupid. Which was saying something for an atheist.

Beauty Smith was cruel in the way that cowards are cruel…he revenged himself, in turn, upon creatures weaker than he. All life likes power, and Beauty Smith was no exception. Denied the expression of power amongst his own kind, he fell back upon the lesser creatures and there vindicated the life that was in him.

I gave 'em a sword. And they stuck it in, and they twisted it with relish. And I guess if I had been in their position, I'd have done the same thing.

The ultimate revenge is being on Top Of The Pops.

Any story about revenge is ultimately a story about forgiveness, redemption, or the futility of revenge.

Revenge is a way of life and definitely some thing that we identify with. We all feel cheated in some way about some thing and how nice it would be to do something about it. I mean ultimately it's not the most Christian of sentiments.