Quotes About Retribution

His action no applause invites Who simply good with good repays; He only justly merits praise Who wrongful deeds with kind requites.*

I mean, if a person acts irresponsibly in his own life, he will pay the consequences. And it's not so much divine retribution as it's built into the law of nature.

Son of a bitch. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was Coyote or the son of Satan. He was a dead man walking.

I don't get mad, I get even.

God help us and keep us from receiving what we deserve

I could hear him laughing. Son of a bit*h. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was coyote or the son of Satan.He was a dead man walking.

He has taken she who is mine, so I shall take from him, she who is his. Balance. Only then will I take his life -- and that is vengeance. (Juan Flores)

If you touch me, Charles will hunt you down and eat your marrow while you are still alive to scream." She called upon her two acting classes and let her mouth turn up. "I'll be happy to watch." She licked her lips. The smile dropped off his face, and he growled.

Son of a bitch. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was Coyote or the son of Satan. He was a dead man walking.

The justice I have received, I shall give back.

I think you owe me something for deceiving me so exquisitely.

he would pay his host back in his own coin.

Do you know what vengence is, Tim? It is a dark mirror in which we cannot see ourselves.

They're going to regret fucking with a linguist,

I'll string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance.

Vaya a buscar lo que le he pedido -dije mirándolo a los ojos-. Y también un odre de agua. O quemaré esta posada con usted dentro y bailaré entre las cenizas y entre sus chamuscados y pegajosos huesos.

Good job, Ambrose," Wilem said sarcastically. "You caught him. He stole your fire." One of the onlookers chimed in, "Yeah, make him put it back!

Quizá todo esto les parezca macabro, pero así es la vida: los saqueadores acaban siendo saqueados y el tiempo nos hace mercenarios a todos.

She stamped her foot. She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

And some folk need killing. That's all there is to it.

bar and dashed it against Skarpi's head, shattering

Así es la vida. Los saqueadores acaban siendo saqueados, y el tiempo nos hace mercenarios a todos.

Very well, but remember this... I'll be looking at you when you're laid on the cross and the twelve blows are crashing down on your limbs. When the crowd is finally tired of your screams and wandered home, I will climb up through your blood and sit beside you. I will look deep into your eyes... and drop by drop I will trickle my disgust into them like burning acid until... finally... you perish.

What goes around, comes around Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Quod circumvehitur, revehitur.