Quotes About Revenge

We shall throw him out onto the streets, I promise you he'll be gone by morning. Oh-no, you can't mean that- Of course I don't. But you felt better for a moment there, didn't you?

Well, what? Sophie-" "I hit her on the head with a mirror," Sophie said hopelessly. "One of those silver-backed ones, so it was quite heavy. She went down just like a stone, miss. So I...I tied her to the bed and I came looking for you.

That's all true, but I'm not doing it." Raphael looked incredulous. "Why not?" The words exploded out of Simon. "Are you kidding me? Because you have never done one single thing for me in the entire time since I became a vampire. Instead you have done your level best to make my life miserable and then end it. So-if you want it in vampire language-it affords me great pleasure, my liege, to say to you now: Hell, no.

Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.

Oh, what is brighter than the light? What is darker than the night? What is keener than an axe? What is softer than melting wax? Truth is brighter than the light, Falsehood darker than the night. Revenge is keener than an axe, And love is softer than melting wax.

Sometimes she thought the only things she had faith in were revenge and Julian.

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't chop him into worthless-bastard-themed confetti. --Isabelle Lightwood

Cruel Prince James strode into the chamber, his cape flashing behind him and his terrible, terrible mustache askew with rage," Lucie narrated the moment James walked through the door. "Does it need be said twice that it's terrible?" James said. "He required a hot beverage to soothe his throat, parched from barking out his wicked commands all day. Tea, he thought, yes, tea and revenge." "I'll just go put the kettle on," James sighed.

He has become a worm. That is what I am telling you." "I don't suppose it would be possible," said Henry into the silence, "to, er, step on him?

I thought it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy's house at night and throw up in his mailbox," -Jace

Isabelle! he called again. Let down your raven hair. Oh, my God, Clary muttered. There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm going to kill him. He's already dead, Simon observed. He's undead. Obviously he can still die, you know, again. I'll re-kill him.

Take it, and cut your brother's throat with it, and take back the honor of your blood.

Vampires bore a grudge longer than any technically living creatures, and whenever they were in a bad temper, they expressed themselves through murder.

I'll never pause again, never stand still, till either death hath closed these eyes of mine, or fortune given me measure of revenge.'

Retribution or Revenge?" Visitors are asked to ponder whether the attack was "justified legal retribution, an act of revenge, or some combination of both."29

The Romans feared their dead. In fact, Roman funeral customs derived from a need to propitiate the sensibilities of the departed. The very word funus may be translated as dead body, funeral ceremony, or murder. There was a genuine concern that, if not treated appropriately, the spirits of the dead, or manes, would return to wreak revenge

Why is my father not here? I will tell you why. He knows she scattered the horses of every man in the village, leaving us defenseless against an attack. He knows she left without permission. He knows she has dishonored me! He sits in his lodge and says it is sure enough a good thing if I find her and beat her." "He sits in his lodge because he has old knees that ache.

I hurled the slipper at him, not caring if I caused his decapitation. (I did not.)

No, my son. Not she. I . I lay on the rocks and the sun gnawed at my flesh. I pleaded for my life with a useless stump of a tongue. I watched your precious Cveti close up my severed breasts in a silver box. And I listened to the soldiers praise her false name—Ghyfran! Ghyfran! The whore who betrayed her god for power. This body is new, but I am Ragnhild, first of my name, and I am the plague which will burn through the marrow of the Anointed City.

Men raised in a culture of blood revenge do not change in a day.

Revenge converts a little right into a great wrong.

For if life, once empty of attachments and sweet illusions, is a starless winter night, still it's enough for me of mortal fate and comfort and revenge that I can lie here lazy, lifeless on the grass, watching the sea and earth and sky, and smile.

Quem procura vingar-se por uma afronta sofrida condena-se a permanecer refém dela,

I rather wished I'd stabbed him somewhere less awkward.