Quotes About Revenge

Granny Weatherwax was often angry. She considered it one of her strong points. Genuine anger was one of the world's greatest creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn't mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.

The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance.

Drinks like this tend to get called Traffic Lights or Rainbow's Revenge or, in places where truth is more highly valued, Hello and Good-Bye, Mr. Brain Cell.

I heard this story once, she said, where this bloke got locked up for years and years and he learned amazin' stuff about the universe and everythin' from another prisoner who was incredibly clever, and then he escaped and got his revenge. What incredibly clever stuff do you know about the universe, Gytha Ogg? said Granny. Bugger all, said Nanny cheerfully. Then we'd better bloody well escape right now.

Genuine anger was one of the world's great creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn't mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.

And now I demand that you do what the ignorant might feel is the easier thing. You must refrain from dying in battle. Revenge is not redress. Revenge is a wheel, and it turns backwards. The dead are not your masters.

He's here to take revenge. A third shot thunders and I dart toward the blackness of the bush, am almost to the perimeter wire when I stumble over something and go down on my knees. I feel warm flesh, long tangled hair. And blood. One of the blondes. Instantly I'm back on my feet, fleeing blindly into the night. Hear bells clang as my boot snags the perimeter wire. The next bullet comes so close I can hear it whistle past.

When we were in high school, Jonathan would always try to embarrass me in front of girls, so I consider it my duty to pay him back.

The way I work is I'll basically become kind of fixated on a very stripped-down genre, like revenge or something like that, and just start layering on top of that and entering in thoughts and ideas, and then the story just kind of builds up that way.

Justice is revenge.

I'm not going to hurt anybody other than that dick who keeps writing songs about me.

I'm Bam Margera. And I feel like kicking my dad's butt all day today.

Halfway through, I decided that if I survived this, I was going to kill him. It wouldn't be easy, him being a master vamp and all, but I would find a way.

I readily admit that I'm not, and have never been, big on forgiving. That doesn't mean I will seek revenge - It just means I don't forgive.

Revenge. They took too much. You give up and die, or learn how to take back.

Walk out of this with your parents, the stones, and Darroc dead, Ms. Lane, and I'll give you the bloody thing.

I want to tell her revenge is a devil you don't want to worship. In destroying your enemy you become it.

If he killed her I'm going to beat him bloody and eat him piece by piece, slowly, with steak sauce.

You son of a bitch. You hurt my woman," Dageus growled

Revenge is a dish best served cold. I never used to understand that saying, but I think I finally get it.

Some crimes," I quote Ryodan stiffly, "are so personal, blood-vengeance belongs only to the one who suffered them.

Seni onunla yine Silvers'daki gibi yatakta görürsem onu öldürürüm.

I was hunting the monster that had killed my sister. I was the monster that had killed his brother.

Get a little practice. See what it feels like to drive a knife through my heart. Relish it. Watch the light fade from my eyes, stare into my dying, taste it, see how you like it. There's a moment in death that is unlike anything else in all existence.