No Revenge Quotes

The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man, ’ he said.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right.

I’m not a bad person.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

Drive. He’s already dead.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

‘Eighth one this week, ’ he said.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

I knew revenge like the ghost of an old friend." ~ #1001

The essence of a culture of honor is that it does not sanction predatory or instrumental violence, but only retaliation after an insult or other mistreatment.

He continued to see inevitable events from the past as avoidable, long after they'd taken their course.

Every person has a life mission to fulfill. Never attempt to destroy what God has put in another person to do. You don't know God's plans, but Satan will most certainly use you to stop his plans.

A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head.

Show the world the man you think you are, and I will show the world the man you really are...

Everything took on the color of blood.

What I'm going to do is pry every stinking tag off these f.ing chairs and make a f.ing collar and throw that cat right in Connor's puked-up face. Pale turd.

Pent up anger brews into hate, which subsequently becomes a juicy revenge.

Nani’s allegiance is to her angerandangerruns deeper than blood and skin.It’s set in boneand bone, once broken, neverheals the same.

My God, Justin, do you hate him so?""Bah!" said his Grace..."does one hate an adder? Because it is venomous and loathsome one crushes it underfoot, as I shall crush this Comte.

There are only two things really that even the best of best human beings crave -redemption and revenge. Lucky for me, both meant the same things.

They said" Your Anger could Destroy you.." Even if my Brain designed it to Destroy my enemy.

Some ride the bullet to vent, while some shoot the bullet to revenge.

This war's not over! Not by a long shot! --Enoch

Anger fed him and clothed him and he owed it much.

Anger is a revenge that can never be controlled.

But I want to be better than the lessons they taught me. I want my love to be greater that my hate, my mercy to be stronger than my vengeance.

For maybe the first time he could remember, he was very seriously thinking about how to best kill someone he’d never even seen.

To love those who hate us is to refuse to borrow their hatred.

Truth be told, are you ready to defend yourself?

Mary Fisher lives in a High Tower, on the edge of the sea: she writes a great deal about the nature of love. She tells lies.

When people don’t respect one another seldom is there honesty.

Revenge is a lie we fabricate to ease our consciences. But like two negatives can never equal a positive, two wrong deeds cannot make a right. They only screw-up the equation.

I have seen under the sun, vengeance is of the Lord.

An eye for an eye.”“That's a revenge thing, right? From some play.”“The Bible, darling. The Lord of all plays.