Quotes About Revenge

I should have known better than to lie to the government. People always said Uncle Sam would spend a thousand dollars to get you if you stole a three-cent stamp from him. He was more revengeful than God.

When he finished, more triumphant stories rainbowed around the room riding the shoulders of laughter. By all accounts these storytellers, born Black and male before the turn of the twentieth century, should have been ground into useless dust. Instead they used their intelligence to pry open the door of rejection and not only became wealthy but got some revenge in the bargain. It wasn't possible for me to regard them as criminals or be anything but proud of their achievements.

I've always considered myself a good person. I've never done anything to purposely hurt anyone. I was in shock that this happened to me, and because it did, I turned into this vengeful person. I've never truly hated anyone, but I was glad when I saw him lying there on the floor.

But once I'd come up with it, I realized it really was the perfect plan. Instead of waiting for Maria to come to me, I was simply going to go to her and, well... Send her back to where she came. Or reduce her to a mound of quivering gelatinous goo. Whichever came first.

Why does anyone commit murder?' he asked in a low voice. 'I-'I blinked.'How should I know?' 'Three reasons,' Christopher said. He held up one finger. 'Love.' Another finger. 'Revenge.' And finally, a third finger. 'Profit...

I'll remind her of how fat her arms looked in that slutty dress she wore at senior prom. That always makes her cry. Like goddamned Niagara falls.

If one must have a worst enemy, it is best to choose a former lover, who will know best how to tempt and torment.

You will make the boy Thief king? he said. When you could have had me? Attolia allowed a slight smile. A fine revenge for the loss of a hand, said the Mede, close to snarling. I will have my sovereignty, said Attolia thinly. Oh, yes, a fine one-handed figurehead he will make, spat Nahuseresh. Then he remembered Attolia's flattery earlier that morning. Or do I insult your lover? he asked. Not a lover, said Attolia. Merely my choice for king.

Damn him, damn him, damn him.

Mimi walked out of church, knowing that if she ever saw Jack again, she would have to kill him.

Don't worry my love, we shall have our vengeance. I promise it. -Jack

She was very special to me. But I think I'm going to have to get back...so I can. God. So I can kill her. -Dylan

She'd never really liked companionship before, but then again, Maleficent had always insisted that they lived apart from the pack - superior, alone and bent on revenge. Lonely, Mal thought. I was lonely. And so were they. Evie, with her beauty-obsessed mother; Carlos, with his screeching harpy of a parent; Jay, the happy-go-lucky thief with a quick wit and dashing smile, who could steal anything in the world except his father's heart.

Stab Cinderella with my pushpins, make her bleed!" "Wait—no," replies Jack. Filomena laughs. "Too far. Save that as a last resort.

He was the one who'd made her this way. He'd turned her into this person sitting next to him, a beast with venom in her veins. She was forced to sharpen her edges into needle points because of him.

If the girl was anything like Harper, she would have an itemized list and a step-by-step process for carrying out her revenge. So if she really did risk someone recognizing her, it had to be for something important.

And revenge generally turns out to be a lot less satisfying than you think it will be.

One thing at a time,' said the Boy. 'You must be patient. This is a day of hope and wild revenge. Do not interrupt me. I am a courier from another world. I bring you golden words. Listen!' said the Boy. 'Where I come from there is no more fear. But there is a roaring and a bellowing and a cracking of bones. And sometimes there is silence when, lolling on your thrones, your slaves adore you.

There is a thing called the blood feud. All societies have them, even the West Saxons have them, despite their vaunted piety. Kill a member of my family and I shall kill one of yours, and so it goes on, generation after generation or until one family is all dead, and Kjartan had just wished a blood feud on himself. I did not know how, I did not know where, I could not know when, but I would revenge Ragnar. I swore it that night.

I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred, and this is the tale of a blood feud. It is a tale of how I will take from my enemy what the law says is mine. And it is the tale of a woman and of her father, a king. He was my king and all that I have I owe to him. The food that I eat, the hall where I live, and the swords of my men, all came from Alfred, my king, who hated me.

And, in her fury, she slapped the king with a skinned eel.

Christianity is not a religion that offers the solace of revenge to its adherents. For that you must go to the old women who know which herbs to pluck and what charms to say under a waning moon.

Except we were there, and I was in a vengeful mood. My cousin was still in Bebbanburg. Æthelhelm was trying to destroy my daughter and her husband. Constantin had humiliated me by driving me from my ancestral land. I had not seen Eadith, my wife, in a month. So someone had to suffer.

I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred, and this is the tale of a blood feud. It is a tale of how I will take from my enemy what the law says is mine. And it is the tale of a woman and her father, a king. He was my king and all that I have I owe to him. The food that I eat, the hall where I live, and the swords of my men, all come from Alfred, my king, who hated me.