Quotes About Vengeance

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

A headache, I get the kind of headache God would smote you with in the Old Testament.

Give me anger. Flash. Give me vengeance. Flash. Give me total and complete justified retribution. Flash.

And I want Seth dead. Worse than dead, I want him fat and bloated with water and insecure and emotional.

Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

I am Joe's smirking revenge.

Racism was a little like that. Sometimes the initial symptoms were small: microaggressions here, simmering resentment there. If you dealt with it head-on, maybe you could keep it contained. If you didn't deal with it, though, it came back with a vengeance: just like that little bacterium. Came back worse. Entrenched. So entrenched, in fact, the longer you let it go, the harder it was to control, and soon everything started to break down.

It shows how long-lived anger is, the desire for vengeance: it has a nuclear half-life, and it teaches people patience in the most sinister way.

Indeed it is, Kate,' Marak agreed. 'It's time to plan your revenge. Goblins just adore revenge.' He grinned. 'Do you have anything in mind?' Kate was taken aback. 'Revenge is wrong,' she told him solemnly. 'Vengeance belongs to God.' The goblin put his head to one side and watched her through narrowed eyes. 'You won't even give God a little help?' he asked softly.

I will treat you with my knife the way you've treated my pages with your merciless eyes. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards.

And whatever she suffered, he will suffer so much worse, so much worse. However loudly she cried, and begged him to stop, her murderer will cry out more loudly.

He started down the slope towards it, dressed in the blood of his enemy.

Tennessee was cursed. Initially, she assigned the devastation of Tennessee, the blaze and the disease, to justice. The whites got what they deserved for enslaving her people, for massacring another race, for stealing the very land itself. Let them burn by flame or fever, let the destruction started here roll acre by acre until the dead have been avenged. But if people received their just portion of misfortune, what had she done to bring her troubles on herself?

The whites got what they deserved. For enslaving her people, for massacring another race, for stealing the very land itself. Let them burn by flame or fever, let the destruction started here rove acre by acre until the dead have been avenged.

It occurred to her one night that she was one of the vengeful monsters they were scared of: She had killed a white boy. She might kill one of them next. And because of that fear, they erected a new scaffolding of oppression on the cruel foundation laid hundreds of years before.

The old woman had destroyed his family so thoroughly it couldn't have been accidental. It wasn't her niece's greed—the old woman had played a trick on them the whole time.

Take it out on each other if you cannot take it out on the ones who deserve

for a long time they were the same thing to me, justice and revenge.

Revenge is more wild, less calculated . . . deeply personal." "And retribution?" Rapp thought about it for a moment and then answered in a very clear voice. "Retribution is a punishment that is morally right and fully deserved.

There may be no great honour in killing a woman; such a victory can bring no fame. But I shall have some credit for having stamped dead a mortal sin, and punished a wrong which cries out for justice; and it will be joy to have gutted my desire for the vengeance of the fire and satisfied the ashes of all that were ever dear to me.

This is a tale of arms and of a man. Fated to be an exile, he was the first to sail from the land of Troy and reach Italy, at its Lavinian shore. He met many tribulations on his way both by land on on the ocean; high Heaven willed it, for Juno was ruthless and could not forget her anger.

If there is any power of righteousness in Heaven, you will drink to the dregs the cup of punishment amid sea rocks and as you suffer cry Dido againa and again. Though far, yet I shall be near, haunting you with flames of blackest pitch. And when death's chill has parted my body from its breath, wherever you go my spectre will be there,. You will have your punishment, you villain. And I shall hear, the news will reach me deep in the world of death.

Well, the day has come when a woman's weapons prove your daydreams wrong! Still, you carry no mean fame to your fathers' shades— just tell them this: You died by Camilla's spear!

Decked in the spoils you stripped from one I loved—escape my clutches? Never— Pallas strikes this blow, Pallas sacrifices you now, makes you pay the price with your own guilty blood!