The Black Panther Party were not revenge nationalists.
What I have always wanted more than revenge is to bring the other person to recognition of the pain they caused, so they essentially say, "I will never do that again. "
Let's just kill everyone and let God sort them out.
I have long been settled in my own opinion that neither Philosophy, nor Religion, nor Morality, nor Wisdom, nor Interest, will ever govern nations or Parties, against their vanity, their Pride, their Resentment, or Revenge, or their Avarice, or Ambition. Nothing but Force and Power and Strength can restrain them.
[Donald Trump] is already in revenge mode.
Revenge may not be a particularly high consciousness-oriented activity.
My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!
Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.
Our revenge is to live. We may be hunted like animals but we will not become animals. We have all chosen this - to live free, like human beings, for as long as we can. Each day of freedom is a victory. And if we die trying to live, at least we die like human beings.
This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.
McDonalds in Tokyo is a terrible revenge for Pearl Harbor.
There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.
Democracy is the best revenge.
Interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art. Even more. It is the revenge of the intellect upon the world. To interpret is to impoverish, to deplete the world -- in order to set up a shadow world of ''meanings. ''
My baby she's a long and lean, you mess with her you see a man get mean.
There is not much mental distance between a feeling of having been screwed and the ethic of total retaliation, or at least the kind of random revenge that comes with outraging the public decency.
Neither is it safe to count upon the weakness of any man's understanding, who is thoroughly possessed of the spirit of revenge to sharpen his invention.
Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only strangled fear and the promise of revenge.
Anger is the poorest of counselors, and revenge is suicide.
I didn't want to become some embittered old hack getting his revenge for the rest of my life. And I didn't want to become some scared creature cowering in a corner. I remember telling myself not to carry the hatred around, although I know where it is. I have it in a trunk in storage.