Quotes About Vengeance

Ho! now you strike like the blind man; t'was the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post.

How stand I, then, That have a father killed, a mother stained, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth! He exits.

As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed With raven's feather from unwholesom fen Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye And blister you all o'er!

Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.

Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.

And as he plucked his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus unkindly knocked or no.

They must lie there. Go carry them and smear (50) The sleepy grooms with blood.

To cut the head off and then hack the limbs, Like wrath in death and envy afterwards. For Antony is but a limb of Caesar. 165    Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.

Rouse him:—make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation

Soy muy soberbio, ambicioso, vengativo, con más pecados sobre mi cabeza que pensamientos para concebirlos, fantasía para darles forma o tiempo para llevarlos a ejecución.

All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. 'Tis gone. Arise black vengeance, from the hollow hell! Yield up, oh love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, for 'tis of aspics' tongues.

Look behind you, my lord. FIRST MURDERER   Take that, and that. (Stabs him.)

Oh, I would say, you've never understood me, Harry, that not out of vengeance have I accomplished all my sins but because something has always been close to dying in my soul, and I've sinned only in order to lie down in darkness and find, somewhere in the net of dreams, a new father, a new home.

Kill 'em all 'cept six. Save them for pallbearers.

Nothing is more costly, nothing is more sterile, than vengeance.

Vengeance is the most costly and dissipating of luxuries.

When I stepped back, I must say it was very amusing to view all of these people running helter-skelter to help a nutsy woman carry out a vengeful plan. So fascinating and, as I say, not a bad idea for satire.

And why threaten to "take my daughter"? Should the kids be used to wreak vengeance? Do you really want to deprive Dylan of her father to punish me? Are there no limits to your vengeance?

Do you really want to deprive Dylan of her father to punish me? Are there no limits to your vengeance?

You wanted him dead. And your wish is my command.

I've never killed a man, but I've read many an obituary with a great deal of satisfaction.

Physical deformity, calls forth our charity. But the infinite misfortune of moral deformity calls forth nothing but hatred and vengeance.

Life was taking its vengeance on me, and that vengeance consisted merely in coming back, nothing more. Every case of madness involves something coming back.

Preciso perguntar, embora não saiba a quem, se devo mesmo amar aquele que me trucida e perguntar quem de vós me trucida. E minha vida, mais forte do que eu, responde que quer porque quer vingança e responde que devo lutar como quem se afoga, mesmo que eu morra depois. Se assim é, que assim seja.