Riots happen because rationale is eclipsed by revenge.

Revenge tightens the heart as much as the jaw. (La vengeance serre le cœur – Autant que la m choire)

pre-economy of the economy,” its zero-level, that is, exchange as the reciprocal relation of two non-productive expenditures. If the gift belongs to Master and exchange to the Servant, potlatch is the paradoxical exchange between Masters. Potlach is simultaneously the zero-level of civility, the paradoxical point at which restrained civility and obscene consumption overlap, the point...

Vendetta is the word, except it isn’t strong enough.

I wanted it more than enough. I wanted it with every fiber of my being, and I had the power to make it happen – to make it so I was the one Drew wanted, not Lizzie

Work is the undoing of nature.

I am quite sure they are a little bit angry, they want revenge. I think they’ve wanted that since Monday morning. They look forward to the game, they’ve been waiting several days now so the players will react very well.

You do not know me for sure, yet you feel yourself better than me.But if you ever deliberately provoke me, in a way trying to hurt me, I’m so worried that you will die, or injured with heart full of revenge.The kind of revenge which you will never be able to fully retaliate, a revenge...

When we destroy it.” She spoke clearly now, steadily now. “If it comes in a form with a dick, I will personally castrate it”.

Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers; vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

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

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.

The dead don’t desire revenge, but the happiness of the livng. To dirty your small hands would bring joy to no one.-Kenshin to Eiji

I’m going to heaven! I replied.-What do you mean, you’re going to heaven?-Let me pass.-And what will you do in heaven, my poor child?-I’m going there to kill God, who killed Daddy.

Kindly permit me to tell you, sir, that I hate you. I hate you and your child, as I hate the life of which you are the representative: cheap, ridiculous, but yet triumphant life, the everlasting antipodes and deadly enemy of beauty. I cannot say I despise you – for I am honest. You are...

A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.

Granny Weatherwax was often angry. She considered it one of her strong points. Genuine anger was one of the world’s greatest creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn’t mean you let it trickle away. it meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown...

The hurt, resentment, the revenge, the pride, and regret are thrown hard and fast like snowballs in the winter. Some major ones hit hard; some minor ones just roll off, while others stick for an elongated time…as long as we stay in the cold frosty air of not letting go.

The only reason I haven’t shot you yet is because he’s the one who should get to do it,” I say. “Stay away from him or I’ll decide I no longer care.

I do not believe that I am a vindictive man, but when the immortal gods take a hand in the matter it is pardonable to observe the results with complacency.

I feel something hot and violent writhing in my stomach. I want to hurt them. I stare at my eyes in the mirror. I want so, so I will.

But men often mistake killing and revenge for justice. They seldom have the stomach for justice.

His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.

Out there was a man who had murdered his daughter. And another who had stepped on her heart. His hatred should be aimed at the one who killed her, but all he could picture was Yoshino being literally kicked out of that car.

If revenge motivates you, go for it! But the main thing is to set your game in order.

Cries for justice are often the bitter laments of the vengeful.

Beware pride; it would have us seek revenge from those most deserving of our pity.

Simply put, the best revenge is to live an awesome life.

What’s done is done. Say good-bye to the past, and hello to the future. And we’re wasting time, when already we’ve wasted enough. We’ve got everything ahead, waiting for us. “Just the right words to make me feel real, alive, free! Free enough to forget thoughts of revenge.

May your first day in hell last ten thousand years, and may it be the shortest.

The moment you stop chasing happiness, you become happy.

Shamefully, all of us have wanted revenge on someone at some point for something. I’ve lived since before man and buffalo roamed this small planet. I have survived the beginning, bloom, and death of countless enemies, civilizations, and people. And the one truth I have learned most during all of these centuries is the old...

…it is by our actions that we are destroyed or saved. The choice is ours.

I’ve been in the revenge buisness for so long, now that it’s over I don’t know what to do with the rest of my life.

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

For the mentally disturbed, Marie knew these sandwich visits might be the only dependable moments in their lives. She also knew she delivered the sandwiches for her own sanity. Something would crumble inside of her if she ever walked by a homeless person and pretended not to notice. Or simply didn’t care. In a way,...

I was rolling the dead warrior over to steal his cloak, too, knowing it would be far too large on me, when I noticed the blade stashed in the back of his belt. It was solid in my hand, and its blade was sawlike. It would be perfect for gutting the Astonian queen and her...

Not that I’m the kind of person who would actually inflict emotional pain on another human being out of a selfish, twisted need for revenge.I just like to think about it.

—Yo solo quería tener a alguien que me quisiera en verdad. Como lo que tienes con Robert.—Yo no tengo nada con él—me defendí de inmediato.—Lo quieres—suspiró—Y él te quiere a ti, se nota. Él es el único hombre que sé que te quiere a pesar de cómo eres.

Sentía como mi alma y mi corazón realmente lo necesitaba, querían a ese vengativo y odioso hombre más que nada, aquel chico que no me había dejado sola.

I’ve discovered the secret of revenge. Outlive the f—ers! I’ll dance on their graves.

An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.

I’m going to get even, I swear I will. Mark my words, I’m a pregnant cranky woman with insomnia. I have time to plot my revenge.

If you have to injure someone, then make it so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.

What’s the big idea?” Sabrina demanded. “I declared war on you, remember?” Puck said. Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Is this another one of your stupid pranks?” Puck sniffed. “You have contaminated me with your puberty virus and you called my villainy into question.” “First of all, puberty isn’t a virus,” Sabrina said as she fought...

Birinden intikam alacak güce ve imkana sahip olduğumuzda, aslında intikam almış kadar oluyorduk ve rahatlıyorduk. Bu rahatlığın büyümesine izin verirsek, intikam almanın stresine hiç katlanmak zorunda kalmıyorduk. Belki de mesele güçteydi. O güce sahip olma amacıyla yaşıyorduk, güce sahip olduğumuzda da tüm hırsımız sönüyordu.

The best revenge is not to be like your enemy.