Quotes About Revenge

Jones is dead," I promised. "He just doesn't know it yet. But we are patient, we can wait until the time is ripe.

Thank you for tearing Tim into small Tim bits.

Anna stabbed her with the dagger she'd concealed in Tom's jacket. Under the ribs and through the heart--just like her favorite forensic TV show had taught her.

Sometime soon, I will deal with the fae who have offended me in such a way that others avoid annoying me for another century or two. That's a good plan for the next few weeks, I think. Findest du nicht auch?

Who hurt you?" she asked, slicing through the two other conversations going on at the table. "He's dead," said Charles, his hand sliding up Anna's back reassuringly. "I killed him. If I could, I would bring him back to life so I could kill him again.

If Buffalo Singer ever came to her in a dream again, she would make sure he regretted it.

Mr. Francis hired a witch to make a zombie to kill me?

Bonarata was charming, but I couldn't forget or forgive him for

You can't go taking the law into your own hands, Cade. Think about Lily." "I am thinking about Lily. If I weren't thinking about Lily I'd be out of here now, chasing Satan back where he came from.

You can go into Arcadia and get anybody you want killed for two shots of likker.

She tried to kill you, Viola. She tried to blow you up... You don't owe her nothing,' he says. But I feel his arms on me and I'm realizing things don't seem so impossible anymore. I feel Todd touching me and there's anger rising in my gut but it's not at him and I grunt and I pull myself up again, leaning on him to keep me there as I stand. 'I do owe her,' I say. 'I owe her the look on her face when she sees me alive.

And I have this stupid little thought that Aaron didn't survive the croc attack after all, that he died but he's so pissed off at me that dying didn't stop him from coming here to kill me anyway.

Yeah, my parents are crappy, but you hurt either of my sisters and I will spend my life finding ways to destroy you.

Jack, you have debauched my sloth.

Some thing had eaten all the perfect soap she'd made. It dared come here, into the proper place for soap, and eat it all. She stamped her foot. She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

Sobre él verteré el hambre y el fuego hasta que la desolación lo aturda y todos los demonios de la oscuridad exterior miren asombrados y reconozcan que la especialidad del hombre es la venganza.

La mejor venganza es ser feliz.

A ghost wants revenge, a demon wants your soul, a shamble-man is hungry and cold. It makes them less terrible. Things we understand we can try to control. But Chandrian come like lightning from a clear blue sky. Just destruction. No rhyme or reason to it.

She raised her own glass, filled with a deep red wine. "To Ambrose Jakis," she said with sudden fierceness. "May he fall into a well and die.

If that happens, I will not come back and demand a refund. I will not petition the constable. I will walk back to Imre this very night and set fire to your house. Then, when you run out the front door in your nightshirt and stockle-cap, I will kill you, cook you, and eat you. Right there on your lawn while all your neighbors watch.

Sur lui je ferai descendre la faim et le feu Jusqu'à ce qu'il connaisse L'abomination de la désolation. Et que tous les démons qui peuplent les ténèbres Comprennent enfin, avec stupeur, Que, sans répit, la vengeance Dévore le cœur de l'homme.

Dio un pisotón. Deseó que aquella cosa glotona tuviera diarrea durante una semana. Deseó que se cagara de arriba abajo y de abajo arriba, y que luego se cayera por una grieta y perdiera su nombre y se muriese sola y vacía y hueca en la oscuridad furiosa.

Very well, but remember this... I'll be looking at you when you're laid on the cross and the twelve blows are crashing down on your limbs. When the crowd is finally tired of your screams and wandered home, I will climb up through your blood and sit beside you. I will look deep into your eyes... and drop by drop I will trickle my disgust into them like burning acid until... finally... you perish.

You steal from me and you will have made an enemy for eternity." "Oh, goodie. I hear my enemies have a club now, even have weekly meetings. Maybe you can join and learn the secret handshake." The Crone was not amused and still was waving her flaming arm. "That's not the handshake, but it's surprisingly close. The middle finger needs to be extended more.