Quotes About Vengeance

Alexandre Dumas

Hatred is blind, rage carries you away; and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught.

L'odio è cieco, la collera stordisce, e colui che si versa la vendetta rischia di bere un'amara pozione.

ma io, tradito, assassinato, gettato a mia volta in una tomba, ne sono uscito per grazia di Dio, e devo a Dio la mia vendetta: per questo mi manda, e sono qui.

Don't hope too much, Bertuccio,' said the count. 'The wicked do not die in that way: God seems to take them under his protection to use them as the instruments of his vengeance.

Having reached the summit of his vengeance by a long and tortuous path, he saw an abyss of doubt yawning before him.

Death to the traitors! To the gallows with Cornelius de Witt! Death! death!

He condemned these unknown persecutors to the most horrible tortures he could imagine, but found them all insufficient, because after the torture came death, and after death, if not repose, at least that insensibility that resembles it.

And now," said the unknown, "farewell kindness, humanity, and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven's substitute to recompense the good—now the god of vengeance yields to me his power to punish the wicked!

Et maintenant, dit l'homme inconnu, adieu bonté, humanité, reconnaissance... adieu à tous les sentiments qui épanouissent le coeur! ... Je me suis substitué à la Providence pour récompenser les bons... que le Dieu vengeur me cède sa place pour punir les méchants! (p. 396)

Alexandre Dumas

I am forgetting that, before I die, I have my enemies to punish and, who knows? – perhaps a few friends to reward.

Athos, c'est votre femme, vous dis-je, répétait d'Artagnan, ne vous rappelez-vous donc pas comme les deux signalements se ressemblent ? - J'aurais cependant cru que l'autre était morte, je l'avais si bien pendu.

The Comtesse de Winter, with whom I had quarreled, became reconciled to me at that ball. That reconciliation was nothing but the vengeance of a jealous woman. I have never seen her from that day. The woman is an agent of the cardinal.

The acid of fury ran through him, eating away the brute patience and sluggishness that had made a cipher of Gully Foyle, precipitating a chain of reactions that would make an infernal machine of Gully Foyle. He was dedicated.

The damnable frustration of revenge. Revenge is for dreams…never for reality.

Christ Almighty! To see yourself... face to face.,. The clothes were on fire. Did you see that? What in God's name was it?' 'It was Gully Foyle,' Robin said, 'burning in hell.

To carry such vengeful thoughts was a heavy burden

I would do exactly what you are doing: I would talk to everyone I needed to, I would not tell too many people his name. When I was sure, she said, I would find a quiet way, and I would kill him.

Mother had it all wrong. Uncle Gloucester had been ruling the north justly and well. Why should he not rule all England as wisely? She could not imagine him wreaking vengeance. It was just not in character. Mother was overwrought with grief, she decided.

Vengeance only walks a circle. From blood, back to blood. Death waits for us all. You can follow your path to her bent under a burden of rage. I did, for many years. You can let it poison you." He took a long breath, and let it sigh away. "Or you can let it go.

Glokta felt his hand bunching into a fist on the parapet. 'We must make the Gurkish pay for every stride of ground.' We must make them pay for my ruined leg. 'For every inch of dirt.' For my missing teeth. 'For every meagre shack, and crumbling hut, and worthless stretch of dust.' For my weeping eye, and my twisted back, and my repulsive shadow of a life. He licked at his empty gums. 'Make them pay.

Vengeance can feel fine, but it's a luxury. It doesn't fill your belly, or keep the rain off.

Vengeance only walks a circle. From blood, back to blood. Death waits for us all. You can follow your path to her bent under a burden of rage. I did, for many years. You can let it poison you.