revenge

Those who hurt, Screw up, if you are lucky Demons will let you watch.

Truth is a battle of perceptions. People only see what they're prepared to confront. It's not what you look at that matters, but what you see. And when then different perceptions battle against one another, the truth has a way of getting lost. And the monsters find a way of getting out.

I see a lot of people talking about karma almost as if it is a form of revenge. When you get into that revenge-seeking mindset of those who have harmed me will pay for it in the future, we begin to attract negative karma to ourselves. We should be focusing on the positive effects that our positive actions have on our life. When you think with anger and revenge, you lose your abilities of forgiveness, compassion, and love for the people around you.

He was almost at his door when Vik__ earsplitting shriek resounded down the corridor. Tom was glad for the excuse to sprint back toward him. __ik?__e reached Vik__ doorway as Vik was backing out of it. __om,_ he breathed, __t__ an abomination.__onfused, Tom stepped past him into the bunk. Then he gawked, too.Instead of a standard trainee bunk of two small beds with drawers underneath them and totally bare walls, Vik__ bunk was virtually covered with images of their friend Wyatt Enslow. There were posters all over the wall with Wyatt__ solemn, oval face on them. She wore her customary scowl, her dark eyes tracking their every move through the bunk. There was_a giant_marble statue of a sad-looking Vik with a boot on top of its head. The Vik statue clutched two very, very tiny hands together in a gesture of supplication, its eyes trained upward on the unseen stomper, an inscription at its base, WHY, OH WHY, DID I CROSS WYATT ENSLOW?Tom began to laugh.__he didn__ do it to the bunk,_ Vik insisted. __he must__e done something to our processors.__hat much was obvious. If Wyatt was good at anything, it was pulling off tricks with the neural processors, which could pretty much be manipulated to show them anything. This was some sort of illusion she was making them see, and Tom heartily approved.He stepped closer to the walls to admire some of the photos_pinned there, freeze-frames of some of Vik__ more embarrassing moments at the Spire: that time Vik got_a computer virus_that convinced him he was a sheep, and he__ crawled around on his hands and knees chewing on plants in the arboretum. Another was Vik gaping in dismay as Wyatt won the war games.__y hands do not look like that._ Vik jabbed a finger at the statue and its abnormally tiny hands. Wyatt had relentlessly mocked Vik for having small, delicate hands ever since Tom had informed her it was the proper way to counter one of Vik__ nicknames for her, __an Hands._ Vik had mostly_abandoned_that nickname for __vil Wench,_ and Tom suspected it was due to the delicate-hands gibe.Just then, Vik__ new roommate bustled into the bunk.He was a tall, slim guy with curly black hair and a pointy look to his face. Tom had seen him around, and he called up his profile from memory:NAME: Giuseppe NicholsRANK: USIF, Grade IV Middle, Alexander DivisionORIGIN: New York, NYACHIEVEMENTS: Runner-up, Van Cliburn International Piano CompetitionIP: 2053:db7:lj71::291:ll3:6e8SECURITY STATUS: Top Secret LANDLOCK-4Giuseppe must__e been able to see the bunk_template, too, because he stuttered to a stop, staring up at the statue. __id you really program a giant_statue of yourself into your bunk_template? That__ so narcissistic.__om smothered his laughter. __ow. He already has your number, man.__ik shot him a look of death as Tom backed out of the bunk.

If you needed revenge, you__e got it. Every minute that I__ with you knowing that you__e not mine is like hydrochloric acid in a razor cut.

We're fighting for unhappiness?" Noah asked skeptically. "It sounds a bit crazy when you put it that way."Nijinsky laughed, delighted. "Oh, it is." Then, serious again, he said, "We fight for the right to be what we choose,to feel what we choose. Even if what we choose seems crazy to others.""If it's all the same to you, I'll fight for revenge," Sadie said.Nijinsky's eyes glittered. "Oh, yes. That's fine with me.

Perhaps only that revenge is ultimately unsatisfying," Snow said. "It can make up for evil done to you, but can destroy the remaining good in your life.

Revenge is really a perverse form of communication, a twisted attempt at repair.

I needed to channel the darkness that ran through my veins and embrace it. To play this game better than this man ever could have predicted. After all, I__ only been with him twice, and already I could see his weakness. His weakness was me.

I also knew that the deep rumble rolling through us was only nerves, a sensitivity to imagined repercussion, as if a sound were built into revenge.

My only desire in the world is to have my revenge against everyone who hurt me, disbelieved me, and made me into the bad guy. After that, I don__ know... But, right now, nothing in the world matters but my payback. And I__ going to love every sick, twisted minute of it.

What life she had left could be measured in hours. Small recompense though they were, they belonged to me now. I had only to claim them.

If you're gonna shoot an elephant Mr. Schneider, you better be prepared to finish the job.

Keep your friends close, and your bunny friends closer.

I didn__ know what to say. What to do. I didn__ feel strong anymore. I felt like I couldn__ go on without him. He loved me fiercely. Obsessively. Rivalled only by the intensity which I felt for him. So why couldn__ we be together?

I miss the days of burning your kind at the stake. For generations we have settled for financial ruin and ostracization of your whorish ancestors - but know this, I will personally gut you and put your head on a pike in my parlor.

You know why I really hated you? With all that you had you were just so oblivious to it all. You didn't use your beauty. You didn't ever try to get what you wanted. You didn't deserve what you had. I did because I would have used it. And you just...loved me. Loved me no matter what I did. You have no idea how I despised you for that. I wanted you gone."'The Yielding

Revenge is sweet but not nourishing.