revenge

Revenge might be sweet and although friendship might be sweeter, once you find true love you will taste the sweetest thing life has to offer

Indifference is the revenge the world takes on mediocrities.

The enemy is over there and we are still seeking revenge from the nature.

You never loved me and yet you are asking me to not revenge.

An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts in quietly.

Revenge might be sweet and although friendship might be sweeter, once you find true love you will tast the sweetest thing life has to offer

Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps,Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth,Sweet is revenge--especially to women

She could never take an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. The weak and flaccid parity would make her nearly puke. She wants an eye for a tooth, and a life for an eye.

Humans might have so many roles in life.... yet revenge is not one of them

Karma's a bitch with a broken heart. But she wears a smile on her face because she's the queen of revenge.

-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.

But life wasn't a fairy tale, and I had no problem doing what was necessary to get what I wanted, even if it meant playing dirty.

But what is a memorial, when you come right down to it, but a commemoration of wounds endured? Endured, and resented. Without memory, there can be no revenge.

Why can't I solve this problem by killing someone? she though petulantly, then comforted herself with the mantra that had kept her going in prison: "Soon all the humans will be dead," she said, droning in the time-honored fashion of gurus everywhere. "And then Opal will be loved."And even if I'm not loved, she thought, at least all the humans will be dead.

Revenge is never pretty and often leaves you empty.--Alexandria "Dria" McAndrews

...There,in his foul, stinking cellar, our offended, down-trodden and ridiculed mouse immerses himself in cold, venomous and, cheifly, everlasting spite. For forty years on end he will remember the offence, down to the smallest and most shameful detail, constantly adding more shameful details of his own, maliciously teasing and irritating himself with his own fantasies. He himself will be ashamed of his fantasies, but nevertheless he will remember all of them, weighing them up and inventing all sorts of things that never happend to him, on the pretext that they too could have happend and he'll forgive nothing. Probably he'll start taking his revenge, but somehow in fits and starts, pettily, anonymously, from behind the stove, believing neither in his right to take revenge, nor in the success of his revenge and knowing beforehand that he will suffer one hundred times more from every single one of his attempts at revenge than the object of his revenge, who, most likely, wont't give a damn.

If you cut a tree down make sure you also cut the roots for if not a new tree will come

He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.