Quotes About Vengeance

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

I hear a guttural sound followed by a weak sigh and look back at the bodies. "I'm going to kill the kid," Barrons says faintly. Ryodan makes a burbling sound like a bloody laugh. I don't think he even has the parts left to laugh with. "Get in line.

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.

I stood staring at myself in the mirror trying to reconcile dual images. I was hunting the monster that had killed my sister. I was the monster that had killed his brother.

You came to Dublin, avenging angel, and what's the first thing you did? Fucked the devil. Oops, shit, eh?

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.

Some crimes," I quote Ryodan stiffly, "are so personal, blood-vengeance belongs only to the one who suffered them.

I don't know what I can and can't do, Cruce, but I will learn, and quickly, and if you make me learn the hard way, I'll turn every bit of it against you. I can be the sheepdog that walks at your side, or I can be the wolf you don't want living in your backyard. The powerful, hungry, savage, and pissed-off wolf, and I promise you, I will delight in destroying your backyard. I have a long memory and few scruples left. It's your call, babe.

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

I was hunting the monster that had killed my sister. I was the monster that had killed his brother.

The dark fever I'd caught that first night I'd set foot in Dublin had turned into a fever of a different kind: a bloodfever—as in I wanted blood, spilled for my sister.

pretty girl. "Then you understand vengeance," he said softly.

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!

Long memory, short fuse, big revenge.

Good God," he wrote on June 9. "Are the Americans all asleep & tamely giving up their glorious liberties or, are they all turned philosophers, that they don't take immediate vengeance on such miscreants; I am afraid of the latter.

the dead are now avenged. This case is closed.

I am not Abitha. Abitha was murdered. I am the witch, and the witch cares not for your tears.

Abitha is dead, they killed her, all that is left is wrath and malice … my restless soul. Do you understand?

Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.

I now prophesy that I will dismember my dismemberer.

blow your trump— blister your lungs!—Ahab will dam off your blood, as a miller shuts his watergate upon the stream!

Command the murderous chalices...Drink ye harpooners! drink and swear, ye men that man the deathful whaleboat's bow--Death to Moby Dick!