Quotes About Revenge

Alexandre Dumas

Senseless! he said. The day when I resolved to take my revenge. . . senseless, not to have torn out my heart!

Non si sarebbe annoiata, grazie a Dio! Avrebbe avuto il più dolce passatempo che gli avvenimenti possano concedere a una donna della sua tempra: una bella vendetta da mettere a punto.

Fui un insensato –dijo– en no haberme arrancado el corazón el día que juré vengarme.

Alexandre Dumas

Nature secretly avenges herself for the constraint imposed upon her by the laws of man.

The damnable frustration of revenge. Revenge is for dreams…never for reality.

Revenge did that to a person; it caused even the insecure and the meek to take foolhardy chances. After a while it became a way of life; the risks felt as natural as drawing a breath.

We all burn for what is bad for us...burn him in return. Maybe then the bastard won't have such a hold over you.

Shoot him in the foot," Mr. Persichetti would tell Mr. Keane, years later, when Tony had already returned from the war and Jacob had drawn a bad number. "Break his legs before you let him go.")

En esa cárcel que sueñas para mí, te pudrirás tú.

Clytemnestra

International Law has never stopped men in their pursuit of conquest or revenge.

You scoundrel, you have wronged me, hissed the philosopher, May you live forever!

My cousin tried to kill me today, he said. He realized that his voice held an edge of hysteria. She nearly succeeded. But I guess that's fair, since I was trying to kill her at the time.

A man with a missing eye after a man with a missing finger. There's a song in there somewhere, I reckon.

So the fox killed his brother, the wolf. (Mother Scaer)

Her knee caught him between the legs with pitiless accuracy, driving the wind from his chest, making him teeter for a breathless moment, then bringing him down like a sledgehammer to a house of cards. As he slid groaning to the carpet in that special, shooting agony that only a blow to the fruits can produce, it was little consolation that he had been right. His Queen was quite evidently a woman of rare and fiery passion.

Vengeance can feel fine, but it's a luxury. It doesn't fill your belly, or keep the rain off.

But you know what they say - old milk turns sour but old scores just get sweeter.

Vengeance is a fleeting thrill. The doubts, we carry to our graves.

Life being what is is, one dreams of revenge.

Revenge. I swear, is there a more pointless, destructive, unsatisfying motive in all the world?

Revenge is a dish best served cold' Pierre Choderlos de Laclos