Quotes About Retribution

And it be well for a knowlessman that he should not be here, for he would be taken from this place and his gaskin slit, his moules shown to the four winds, his welchet torn asunder with many hooks and his figgin placed upon a spike (...)

They couldn't do anything worse to him than he had coming to him already. He felt free at last.

In other words, it's the familiar hot sinking feeling experienced by everyone who has let the waves of their own anger throw them far up on the beach of retribution, leaving them, in the poetic language of the everyday, up shit creek.

Jane remained in her chair thinking about justice, about how the dead never benefited from it. For them it always comes too late.

Hell calls to Hell sounds ominous enough. Abyssus abyssum invocat is a saying that dates back at least a thousand years. It means One evil deed leads to another.

Just as rust produced by iron corrodes iron, so is the violator of moral law destroyed by his own wrong action.

You are too kind and generous," said Justine. Irene smiled. "Or really, really mad at those bastards. When I shoot a man, I expect him to die!

At the end of the day, on the day of judgment day when everybody be judged, you're going to get your fair share.

As any daytime judge show can tell you, spending someone's money or taking their stuff because they hurt your feelings is not justified.

I'm kind of crazy with karma. I really believe that everything you do revisits you, so, I'm really adamant about the kids seeing the grandparents, so like, I can see my grandkids, you know what I mean?

I don't believe in karma.

I always say karma is a thing that is real.

I believe in karma.

There's no such thing as a free lunch, at least on the karmic level.

I would not kill my enemies, but I will make them get down on their knees. I will, I can, I must.

You live by the gun and knife, and die by the gun and knife.

I may not have saved you but I fucking avenged you.

He growls, "That fuck is dead. I burned what was left of him, poked around in the ashes, and waited to see if anything rose. It didn't. I ate them." I burst out laughing. "You did not eat Cruce's ashes." "The fuck I didn't.

When someone hurts you - and I'm not talking about forgivable offenses, some things are irrevocable and demand recompense-you have two choices: slice them out of your life or slice them into delicious, bloody pieces. While the latter would be infinitely more satisfying in an immediate, animalistic way, it changes you. And, although you think the memory of the battle won will be a please-if it is a pleasure, you've lost the war.

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

I know that I'm here until this is over. Until either they're dead or I am. Alina's death will be avenged.

A once-robbed John, it won't remove its wallet from its trousers again until it gets the action it paid for. Nice try, sweet thing. NOT.

She gave him her most forbidding you-will-obey-me-little-boy-or-die glance. They waged a battle with their glares—his challenging, hers promising divine retribution—until with a gamin grin he leaped to his feet, slipped behind her, and was gone.

There's no place on Earth, feck, there's no place in all of heaven or hell that they'll ever be safe from me again!