Quotes About Revenge

It's a nasty story. I got that much before my informant sobered up. Dr. Ward Smith delivered his wife by Caesarean section—and she died on the table. What he did next shows that he knew the score; with the same scalpel he cut Captain Brant's throat—then his own. Sorry, hon." Jill

Vengeance is mine, saith the lord, but only if Gwen leaves me any.

In the back seat, Khalil Haddad leaned forward. Haddad was a thin, dark Yemeni drug runner who had been hauling khat into Mexico before the cartels shut him down. Now, he worked for the Syrian like Orlato and Ruiz. Orlato was certain Haddad talked shit about him to the Syrian, Arab to Arab, so Orlato hated the little bastard. Haddad

A Prince asked the dying spanish statesman, Does your Excellency forgive all your enemies? I do not have to forgive all my enemies, answered the stateman, I have had them all shot.

Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure. TACITUS, c. A.D. 55-120

Once, early on, while still engaged in shipping and sidetracked by a rare vacation in his lavish, specially built yacht, he came back to find that his partners had ousted him from his firm. The classic Vanderbilt response? I won't sue you for the law is too slow. I will ruin you!

In case it's escaped your notice, that bastard has tried to kill me twice now. How about using your considerable power to track him down rather than trying to unravel my unremarkable past?

Robby wasn't sure what beef stroganoff looked like, but he took grim pleasure in being called a mean and nasty dude.

In just a week, he'd taught her so much. That good, honorable men like him stayed the same after death. That she'd existed for too long with only hatred and revenge in her heart. Love was a much nobler cause to live for. Love didn't follow its own selfish agenda; it was willing to make sacrifices for others. How strange that it took an undead man to show her how to live.

I wished I could open my veins and drain his cursed blood from my body.

Hit me again, and I'll report you to the authorities. Follow me to my bed one more time, and I swear to the gods, I'll search for the most painful way to murder you.

Nick as in my former boyfriend Nick. Ex-rat, ex-boyfriend, ex-alive if I ever got hold of him Nick.

I'm going back! I shouted, standing to put some distance between us in case I was yanking her chain too hard and she came after me. I'll show him, I said, waving an arm. I'll sneak in. I'll steal his freaking glasses and mail them back to him in a freaking birthday card!

People are motivated by three things, Rachel. Love …" A red marker clattered in with the rest. "Revenge …" A black one landed next to it. "And power," she finished, tossing in a green one. "Trent has enough money to buy all three." "You forgot one," I said, wondering if I should just keep my mouth shut. "Family.

Hello-o-o-o-o, Nick," I said, hitting thek hard. "You're the world's biggest jerk for what you did to Jax. You ever show your scrawny face in Cincinnati again, and I'm going to shove a broomstick up your ass and set it on fire. You got that?

Yeah, well, if he tries, I'm going to burn his office down to his red stapler.

They will hurt her just like they hurt you to get it, and I'm not going to let that happen, you dumb little shit.

Revenge is a tricky beast. Her claws face both ways. I don't mind a few more scars. They'll be unnoticed among the rest.

Jenks made a face. "He turned my son into a thief and broke my partner's heart. Why should I give him a draft of consideration?

He may be your son, but it was my old boyfriend who got him in trouble. He lied to you. He lied to me. And I'm going up there so I can kick Nick's ass from here to the ever-after.

Make a necklace out of his teeth and bathtub duckies out of his dried-up balls…

Drab? Soldier yelled. I'll give you drab. Beat her, would you? Beat my wife? I'll feed your head to the vultures, you snotty little hamster with your golden pelt and buttery looks!

At this point justice and revenge are the same thing! Justice for people would be revenge on the oligarchs.

Some mysterious revenge of nature has seen to it that no poem in praise of drink or tobacco (or snuff, if any) can succeed.