Quotes About Revenge

Justice and revenge had been only part of my motivation for leaving Ashford. I'd run from my grief, from their pain, from being a shadow of another person, better loved for bitterly lost, and Ireland hadn't been nearly far enough.

You think you betrayed me and one day I will kill you for it. I'm not sure why I even bother talking. My eyes flashed with temper. I hated being transparent. That you allied with Darroc to attain your goals did not betray me. I'd have done the same. Then why are you so pissy? That you fucked him will be forgiven once you fuck me. Another woman might run headlong toward absolution.

Long memory, short fuse, big revenge.

Progress celebrates victories over nature. Progress makes purses out of human skin. When people were traveling in mail coaches, the world got ahead better than it does now that salesmen fly through the air. What good is speed if the brain has oozed out on the way? How will the heirs of this age be taught the most basic motions that are necessary to activate the most complicated machines? Nature can rely on progress; it will avenge it for the outrage it has perpetrated on it.

Forgiveness is too easy. I can forget by indifference, but not forgive. I prefer revenge.

Hawk was like a man gone mad. He'd hardly slept all night for worrying about her, and here she was, calmly riding back to Fort Laramie and her lover. He longed, at that moment, to put his hands around her slender throat and choke some sense into her.

There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman. Such was the fate of Chiaroscuro. His heart was broken. Picking up the spoon and placing it on his head, speaking of revenge, these things helped him to put his heart together again. But it was, alas, put together wrong.

She wished to sit down quietly and wait for her death, but not until she had cut the throats of her man and that girl who were laughing and kissing under the cornstalks.

A woman's love is quick to turn into a passion for revenge--an obsession that becomes an endless river of blood, flowing on from generation to generation.

I do not say that there is no glory to be gained [in war]; but it is not personal glory. In itself, no cause was ever more glorious than that of men who struggle, not to conquer territory, not to gather spoil, not to gratify ambition, but for freedom, for religion, for hearth and home, and to revenge the countless atrocities inflicted upon them by their oppressors.

I, Electra, fingering my garments and my face, for in hours I was changed. Now I am merely one who has killed.

Lewis B. Norwood, a wealthy North Carolina planter, was killed by two of his slaves. A husband and wife, they held him down, shoved a funnel into his mouth, and poured scalding water down his throat. (Norwood had just sold the couple's baby and was preparing to sell the wife.)

Simon Glass was easy to hate. I never knew exactly why, there was just too much to pick from. I guess, really, we each hated him for a different reason, but we didn't realize it until the day we killed him.

Revenge never heals what's broken.

But you shall not escape my iambics.

Perdonar? Nunca perdonéis, pero fingid que perdonáis. Decid amistosamente que perdonáis. Convenced de que habéis perdonado. Así devastador es el efecto cuando al final os lanzáis y buscáis la garganta.

History is a succession of things that ought never to have happened, and the writing act is a kind of revenge against this.

Loop, you shot him in the head... Fuck yeah he dead.

knew Emzara had been having secret contact with Ham throughout the years. He knew that Ham loved her and would not turn her in for her treachery of freeing slaves. But for Ham this was surely a loyalty to blood, rather than treason to the gods. Besides, revenge against Elohim's Chosen Seed would not be complete in death, but in conversion of his seed. It had been to Lugalanu's advantage to let them develop their secret familial love for one another.

They hurt you. You hurt 'em back. Or maybe it is the other way around. Whatever. Someday you might find a way to forgive each other. But it won't be like it used to 'cause that pain never really goes away.

Now we take the ship, the planet and the galaxy back...and shove it all right up Thanos' ass.

You killed my Booka," she hissed. "I loved my Booka.

We cannot win the war on terror with guns and bombs because everyone we kill is replaced by dozens more who seek revenge. The only answer is total, radical commitment to Jesus Christ.

The best revenge is success. If you can show your enemies that you're doing well, they'll be forced to acknowledge your worth.