Quotes
Quotes about Vengeance
Behold on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!
Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed!
So, I was afraid!
How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
The futility of anger, the sin of vengeance: how can these profit the dead?
Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet Which brought from heaven the news and prince of peace. Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to entreat; To cry for vengeance sin doth never cease; In your deep floods drown all my faults and fears, Nor let his eye see sin but through my tears.
Thus when a barber and collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier--white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And, big with vengeance, beats the barber--black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'er spread, And beats the collier and the barber--red; Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss'd, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day, Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top!
Arm of Erin, prove strong, but be gentle as brave, And, uplifted to strike, still be ready to save; Not one feeling of vengeance presume to defile The cause or the men of the Emerald Isle.
At last is Hector stretch'd upon the plain,Who fear'd no vengeance for Patroclus slain:Then, Prince! You should have fear'd, what now you feel;Achilles absent was Achilles still:Yet a short space the great avenger stayed,Then low in dust thy strength and glory laid. - Iliad, The.
One good act of vengeance deserves another.
Just vengeance does not call for punishment.
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
God deliver me from the venom of the cobra, the tooth of the tiger, and the vengeance of the Afghan.
Just my vengeance complete, The man sprang to his feet, Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed! So, I was afraid!
Vengeance comes not slowly either upon you or any other wicked man, but steals silently and imperceptibly, placing its foot on the bad.
Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
One sole desire, one passion now remains To keep life's fever still within his veins, Vengeance! dire vengeance on the wretch who cast O'er him and all he lov'd that ruinous blast.
Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!
One good act of vengeance deserves another.
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
Just vengeance does not call for punishment.
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence. [It., Alta vendetta D'alto silenzio e figlia.]
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.
