revenge

There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.

Revenge is an inhuman word.

There are six reasons anyone does anything: Love. Faith. Greed. Boredom. Fear..." he said, ticking them off on his fingers; but he lingered on the last, drawing a deep breath before he said, "Revenge.

There are 6 reasons that a person does anything: Love, faith, greed, boredom, fear... revenge.

We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged

Some people have contracted HIV during their separate endeavours to give someone or some people a curable STD.

We are way less likely to love someone just because they love us than we are to hate someone just because they hate us.

In some cases, you can tell how somebody is being treated by their own boss from the way they are treating someone to whom they are a boss.

REVENGE is a kind of wild justice; which the more man__ nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.

I thought my heart was pure. We do like to have such good opinions of our own motives when we're about to do something harmful, to someone else.

If the secret core of potlatch is the reciprocity of exchange, why is this reciprocity not asserted directly, why does it assume the __ystified_ form of two consecutive acts each of which is staged as a free voluntary display of generosity? Here we encounter the paradoxes of forced choice, of freedom to do what is necessary, at its most elementary: I have to do freely what I am expected to do. (If, upon receiving a gift, I immediately return it to the giver, this direct circulation would amount to an extremely aggressive gesture of humiliation, it would signal that I refused the other__ gifts _ recall those embarrassing moments when elderly people forget and give us last year__ present once again _ ) _the reciprocity of exchange is in itself thoroughly ambiguous; at its most fundamental, it is destructive of the social bond, it is the logic of revenge, tit for tat. To cover this aspect of exchange, to make it benevolent and pacific, one has to pretend that each person__ gift is free and stands on its own. This brings us to potlatch as the __re-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 at which it is polite to behave impolitely.

When it comes to exacting revenge, it gets harder and harder to top yourself each successive time

What can I say? Death is messy. And she had it coming.

The master and mistress of the house and the rest of the Blood -even the Crux himself- brought our food, poured the wine, did our bidding. The centerpiece was a roasted stag. crowned with gilded antlers and stuffed with songbirds; they had hunted well. We were forbidden to kill the deer that fattened on our coleworts and stole our grain, and the venison tasted all the better for the salt of revenge.

Still smiling she carried the TV through the doorway; then she gave it the strongest heave she could manage... When it hit Alan's oversized brick barbecue and the glass front of the TV smashed, Leslie didn't think she'd ever heard a more satisfying sound.

Two things you should never do in a hurry: make up and revenge.

Brie's expiration date on revenge was never.

When deception cuts this deep someone has to pay. My father's chance to bring justice to the truly guilty was stolen from him. His only option was to forgive. I have others. They say vengence is a dish best served cold but, sometimes it's as warm as a bowl of soup. My father died an innocent man, betrayed by the woman he loved. When everything you love has been stolen from you. Sometimes all you have left is revenge. Like I said this is not a story about forgiveness.