Quotes About Retribution

Nobody enjoys accepting that they have reaped what they have sown.

As Anteby and Chan point out, people who fear retribution from the powerful have long used invisibility as a protective cloak.

Mother Fuckers. They're going to feel pretty stupid when they find out. They're fucking with the wrong people.

There is nothing that makes us feel so good as the idea that someone else is an evildoer.

Real morality is not the product of fearing a spanking. But what does fundamentalist hell-belief encourage? It retards any developing moral judgment by freezing moral maturity right at the most primitive, most childish, stage: the fear of retribution-and fundamentalism threatens one hell of a spanking.

Humans have various ways of coping with extended stress, and one is the anticipation of a better time. Here, as with retribution, there is often a kind of symmetry: the more intense the stress and the more hopeless the situation, the more fabulous the coming times that are anticipated.

He will apologize, or I'll give him a lesson in swordplay he will not like at all.

Tonight I will suck the marrow from your bones!" it said. "I will dry them and work them most cunningly into instruments of music! Whenever I play upon them, your spirit will writhe in bodiless agony!" "You burn prettily," I said.

Acquit yourself as well as I have-bastard!

Because Conway persisted in maligning Washington, he was summoned to the dueling ground by General John Cadwalader, who fired a ball through Conway's mouth that came out the back of his head. Cadwalader showed no regret. "I have stopped the damned rascal's lying tongue at any rate," he observed as his opponent lay in agony on the ground.

Had Rockefeller unloaded the oil stock on Junior, editorialists would also have accused him of fleeing retribution and responsibility.

Para deixar bem clara a questão, alguns exemplares foram embebidos em alcatrão e cobertos de penas, antes de serem afixados em pelourinhos.

When the hole was done they backed the machine up and turned it around and used the front bucket to push Keever into his grave, scraping him, rolling him, covering his body with dirt, until finally it fell over the lip and thumped down into the electric shadows.

In 1943 they had started a firestorm that all but wiped Hamburg out. Flames a thousand feet high, temperatures of a thousand degrees, the air on fire, the roads on fire, rivers and canals boiling. Forty thousand dead in one raid. Britain had lost sixty thousand in the whole war. They that sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind. Hosea, one of the twelve minor prophets, but dead on the money in that case. The

Afterward the last one looked best off. He was still moving. So Reacher stepped down and kicked him in the head. Just once. The irreducible number. But hard. To discourage further participation. Then the lobby door opened and Brenda Amos walked in.

They that sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind.

Never forgive, never forget.

Then the retributive machinery clanks into action and a flawless career spent garnering nothing but praise is trashed at the stroke of a pen, because it all has to be somebody's fault. Shit happens, but never in an official inquiry commission's final report.

Unfortunately, reprisal seemed to be the only language that the Arabs understood, the only thing that might stop them.

Take an eye for an eye, turn your heart into stone, this all I have lived for, this all I have known.

If you pardon all the evil done to you, you encourage others to do you evil! If you give your cloak to him who steals your coat, how long will it be, before your shirt and trousers will go also?

Retribution is a dog chasing its tail.

I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.

He deserves to have his head on a spike for all to see. Waring: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.