Quotes About Revenge

People do not give it credence that a fourteen-year-old girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father's blood but it did not seem so strange then, although I will say it did not happen every day. I was just fourteen years of age when a coward going by the name Tom Chaney shot my father down in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and robbed him of his life and his horse and $150 in cash money plus two California gold pieces that he carried in his trouser band.

To the person who stole my place in line: I'm after you now. What is the center of gravity? The letter "v"! Why did the quiz show give away $10,000 plus one banana? They wanted the prize to have appeal. What do you call corn that joins the army? A kernel.

Revenge was personal as a rule. Otherwise it was pointless.

Then maybe I'll sneak into Buckingham Palace and slit his chicken throat one night.

You can't change the world if your motive is revenge. Vibes like that just aren't productive.

She turned of an ashy paleness as cold hatred and desire for revenge took possession of her vindictive soul.

I'm going to cut you," Georgiana murmured. "I'm going to mark that face of yours and show him what I'm capable of." "He'd still love me," Elizabeth whispered. "It's a concept you could never understand, Georgiana.

I was getting the hang of arson. It really sends a message, you know? Not only will I kill your dudes and steal your shit, but I will burn your place down behind me.

We need him dead or in jail, and I'm probably a crappy murderer. – Libby

I immediately felt better about killing him. I've never known a Trevor who wasn't a total douchebag. It's just one of those names that goes so nicely with selfish, arrogant, malicious behavior—and really, what did I know about this guy? Nothing, except that his name was Trevor and he'd been nabbed in the midst of breaking-and-entering. That was plenty.

I fully planned to burn the place down behind me on general principle. I was getting the hang of arson. It really sends a message, you know? Not only will I kill your dudes and steal your shit, but I will burn your place down behind me. Yes, I will.

What have you done to him? Where is he?" The Voivode leaned forward, stared the pasha directly in the eyes, and smiled sweetly. "I put him in the stew. All I had to serve you for meat was that delicious pig, and I did not wish to offend your religious sensitivities.

He needed to find someone that needed killing.

The upper-caste, upper-class Hindus have to let go of their bigotry and prejudice. The oppressed have to let go of their justified but expensive urge for revenge and retribution. All over the world, the oppressed have only risen through self-empowerment—look at the Jews and the Parsis.

Jesus Christ." The fury on Nick's face was enough to send me reeling and he hit the table hard enough with his hand that it made the plates and the silverware on the table bounce and clatter. "You give me the names and approximate location of those men who gave you that ultimatum and I'll kill every goddamned one of them." I sighed before I said quietly. "I already did.

Naquele dia entrei em sua casa com o propósito de acertar as contas e dar por encerrado aquele curso de merda. Mas antes de partir faria um pronunciamento em língua portuguesa, num português brasileiro e muito chulo, com palavras oxítonas terminadas em ão, e com nomes de árvores indígenas e pratos africanos que a apavorassem, uma linguagem que reduzisse seu húngaro a zero.

Words that provoked the gods once from him fell. No beasts so fierce, said he, but I can quell; When lo! the earth a baleful Scorpion sent, To kill Latona was the dire intent. Orion saved her, though himself was slain, But did for that a spacious place obtain In heaven. To thee my life, said she, was dear, And for thy merit shine illustrious there.

My attitude toward men who mess around is simple: If you find 'em, kill 'em.

If someone breaks your heart just punch them in the face. Seriously. Punch them in the face and go get some ice cream.

Faens 11. september gir meg lyst til å plaffe ned bin Laden. Men det går ikke, siden det er forbudt å bære våpen om bord i flyet.

It is not enough for a woman to murder an enemy; she wants to make him suffer, and she enjoys his death.

Two major motives fuel the spree killer's final, hate-filled act: revenge against the world and a desire to show that—all evidence to the contrary—he is a person to be reckoned with. Tormented by his failure to achieve those things that seem to come so easily to others—satisfying work, loving relationships—he will prove that he is special in at least one regard: in his power to wreak havoc.

What a rotten shilling punter!" said Bramble, tearing her bread to bits. "I can't believe he stole our things! Especially the watch! We stole that watch first, fair and square!

A woman scorned," he repeated. "Is deadly. Deadly, deadly...dead.