Quotes About Revenge

All we achieve by exacting revenge is to make ourselves the equals of our enemies, whereas by forgiving we show wisdom and intelligence.

Can one spit on a smiling face?" he inquired; or he said, "Vengeance cannot last a night's sleep.

Ordinarily we are swept away by habitual momentum. We don't interrupt our patterns even slightly. With practice, however, we learn to stay with a broken heart, with a nameless fear, with the desire for revenge. Sticking with uncertainty is how we learn to relax in the midst of chaos, how we learn to be cool when the ground beneath us suddenly disappears.

To stay with that shakiness—to stay with a broken heart, with a rumbling stomach, with the feeling of hopelessness and wanting to get revenge—that is the path of true awakening. Sticking with that uncertainty, getting the knack of relaxing in the midst of chaos, learning not to panic—this is the spiritual path.

Anger is the poorest of counselors, and revenge is suicide.

Fear is the anticipation of the pain in the future. Anger is the remembrance of pain in the past. Hostility is wanting to get even.

To forgive is indeed the best form of self-interest since anger, resentment, and revenge are corrosive of that summum bonum, the greatest good.

Wage of rage of revenge ain't worth it. What's the point of being enslaved by a slave?

Don't get mad get even.

Some ride the bullet to vent, while some shoot the bullet to revenge.

Anger fed him and clothed him and he owed it much.

Revenge and retaliation always perpetuate the cycle of anger, fear and violence.

Anger is a revenge that can never be controlled.

The artist will have had his revenge for being made to wait, A revenge not only necessary but right and clever-- Simply to leave him out of the scene forever.

In a culture whose already classical dilemma is the hypertrophy of the intellect at the expense of energy and sensual capability, interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art.

Interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art.

You said you like to write. . . . All you need are some couplets and a refrain. You just tell a story with words, about who screwed over whom, who broke whose heart, and how long they've been crying ever since. You know, just like real life.

You stole from a member of the undead

I won't die. I won't give those ghouls the pleasure. I'll live and grow strong. I'll escape, then hunt them down and make them suffer.

Jangan biarkan kebencian menguasai hidupmu. Kematianku tidak perlu dibalaskan. Hiduplah sebagai vampir yang bebas, bukan sebagai makhluk putus asa gila dan terobsesi untuk membalas dendam.

You stole a vampire's spider@ Steve shouted. You stole from a member of the undead!

Okay, I sighed. I don't like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I'll take it. You'll never be able to trust me. Fair enough, he said.

I bite off the fingers and spit them out. Lord Loss screams obligingly. One of the snakes digs its fangs into my bald skull and rips out a chunk of flesh. I snatch the snake from its heartless home and chew its head off. I'm starting to enjoy this biting business.

You have wasted your life on hatred and revenge. What good is life if there is no joy or creative purpose? You would have been better off living five years as a human than five hundred as a monster.