Quotes About Revenge

Your father will wake at reckless speed to avenge you.

Blood fountained in an arterial spray that wet her face, turned the cherry blossoms black, but she was already shoving the blade into his heart and twisting it into so much pulp ... 'Will she be able to make him rise from this?' she asked Raphael, her voice without inflection, without mercy. Slater didn't deserve her emotions, didn't deserve anything but the cold hand of a long-delayed justice.

The M-Psy assured him the injury could be repaired, filled in, but Ming had no intention of taking her up on it. Not at least, until Sienna Lauren was dead. The girl had just proven she was too dangerous to keep alive, even on a leash.

I rode toward Rudolfo Maldonado's house, planning to murder him before he got his morning shave.

I decided that Orion needed to die after the second time he saved my life.

If this man is so cold-blooded that he can kill a lifelong friend for his son's mistake, he's not going to think twice about getting rid of Max and me.

Vengeance has no foresight.

and there are tons of people I hate so much that I wouldn't mind taking them out. But killing them wouldn't get me anywhere - that's the conclusion I always come to. If I'm going to pay for it in the end, I might as well let them live.

Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, and devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.

If a tree falls in the forest and kills your ex-wife, what do you do with the lumber?

There is nobody more dangerous than one who has been humiliated.

everybody's got ten good reasons to do away with everybody else. It's just nobody knows how. Do 'how.

Men ought either to be indulged or utterly destroyed, for if you merely offend them they take vengeance, but if you injure them greatly they are unable to retaliate, so that the injury done to a man ought to be such that vengeance cannot be feared.

People should either be caressed or crushed. If you do them minor damage they will get their revenge; but if you cripple them there is nothing they can do. If you need to injure someone, do it in such a way that you do not have to fear their vengeance.

That's all Rome seemed to become: a map of grievances, fresh or half-healed. To patronize a shop, or cast a vote, or merely brush off a stranger who had fallen in the muck, was to risk pleasing one party and provoking another. There was only one man in the city who mattered now. In place of significance came victimhood. Every man and woman nurtured his or her private hurts, protecting and suckling and growing them. Instead of futures, Romans had plots for imminent revenge.

Hamlet got a gun now.

Because that's how you become a bounty hunter. It's not that you like the killing work. That's just to begin with. It's that, in the end, you don't mind it. That's where vengeance leads. It leads to your own death even though you don't realize it. You're dead inside, except you're still walking around." Some

The only two things that matter to me, the only motivation points for me writing all these songs,' opines Costello with a perverse leer, 'are revenge and guilt. Those are the only emotions I know about, that I know I can feel. Love? I dunno what it means, really, and it doesn't exist in my songs.

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

Gwladus wanted to throw ale in the proud little face. But the princess would kill her, dead as a suckling pig.

He drinks coffee. I kill the people who mess with his girlfriends.

To avenge Nietzsche's attacks on his disciples, Christ ironically prepared to create the Nietzscheans.

The universe takes revenge on those who treat it as an inanimate mechanism not by making them die humiliated, but rather prosperous and brutish.

I'll kill him. You're mine, Nicole—not some stupid mortal that can't even put out a fire. Next time I'll let him burn. And if you try anything stupid like you did tonight, I'll let you burn too.