Quotes About Retribution

When a man's partner is killed he's supposed to do something about it. It doesn't make any difference what you thought of him. He was your partner and you're supposed to do something about it. Then it happens we were in the detective business. Well, when one of your organization gets killed it's bad business to let the killer get away with it. It's bad all around-bad for that one organization, bad for every detective everywhere. Sam Spade

It is true that two wrongs don't make a right, as we love to point out to the people we have wronged. But one wrong doesn't make a right, either. People who have been wronged will attempt to right the wrong; they would not be people if they didn't. They can rarely afford to be scrupulous about the means they will use. They will use such means as come to hand. Neither, in the main, will they distinguish one oppressor from another, nor see through to the root principle of their oppression.

I ought to come up there and break your shuck nose.

I will find a way to kill you three times

And for that, they would pay. Thomas swore this to himself a thousand times a day.

The first lesson that tragedy teaches (and that morality plays miss) is that all violence is an attempt to achieve justice, or what the violent person perceives as justice, for himself or for whomever it is on whose behalf he is being violent [...] Thus, the attempt to achieve and maintain justice, or to undo or prevent injustice, is the one and only universal cause of violence.

Fair's fair. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a candy for a candy, a penny for your thoughts.

I thought about the type of person who would steal a sled from Bigs Maloney. The thief would have to be brave, big, and tough. And more than a little crazy. Only a nut would mess with Bigs Maloney. It was my job to find the thief. And then, if I could, to stop Bigs from ripping off the poor guy's arms and legs.

Just like I was hooked the first time I worked a homicide. I knew then that I was different from everyone else, set apart from the concerns of everydy life that swept everyone else forward, on a river of errands, work, dates, drinking, eating, and sleeping. I was going in a different direction, toward revelation and retribution, and here were damn few of us headed that way.

For they have shed the blood of saints and prophets, and thou hast given them blood to drink; for they are worthy. —Revelation 16:6

Bitter thoughts swept through him. That face had been called many names over the centuries, worn many identities. But after two millennia he had returned to the one his mother had given him. Judas Iscariot.

So many places it could be,' Ramaas replied. He was moving closer. 'Paris. London. Rome. Berlin. All the rest. I wish God had given me enough weapons to strike them all. But I will be satisfied with what I have. A city full of thieves will be burned to ashes and all who gave them succor will suffer for it.

We are being punished, that's all." "What for?" he demanded, already on guard because there was a tone in her voice he hated. "For presuming. For thinking we could be happy. Happy because we decided we would be.

I had a sense, I believe, of indebtedness. But someone trussed it in black felt and kicked it to death, as the Turks do.

One of these days you'll go too far, and somebody will murder you.' 'I shouldn't be in the least surprised,' said Lord Peter, pleasantly.

I'll sue the council for every penny it's got! I'll have you hung, drawn and quartered! And whipped! And boiled . . . until . . . until . . . until you've had enough.

Crawl to your God, you arrogant bastard. See if your God doesn't look at the slime trail you leave behind you and throw you to the buzzards. You heartless, sad little man. You don't even have a soul. You killed it years ago. I want you to die. You got that? I want you to die.

You just put your boot so far up his ass, he'll have to eat his dinner with a shoehorn." "I can always count on you for a suitable bon mot.

If a man should wanton walk with crime ... he shall find in death no great deliverance.

The man who does ill, ill must suffer too.

This is the law: blood spilt upon the ground cries out for more.

Truly upon mortals cometh swift of foot their evil and his offence upon him that trespasseth against Right.

On the life-giving lap of Earth Blood hath flowed forth; And now, the seed of vengeance, clots the plain-- Unmelting, uneffaced the stain.

For a deadly blow let him pay with a deadly blow: it is for him who has done a deed to suffer.