It’s funny, most people think that revenge is a passionate affair, driven by rage and pain. But it can’t be. Feelings such as those make you weak. They overwrite thought and cause reckless impulses that lead to poor decisions.
History is full of examples of men with deep-seated grievances who embraced good causes, in part at least, to settle old scores.
I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.
Vengeance is a delicious fruit, which must be allowed to ripen in order that it may be fully enjoyed.
For the longest time I studied revenge to the exclusion of all else. I built my first torture chamber in the dark vaults of imagination. Lying on bloody sheets in the Healing Hall I discovered doors within my mind that I’d not found before, doors that even a child of nine knows should not be opened. Doors that never close again. I threw them wide.
The necklace, Marcos,
The sound of him drinking was indescribable-like dirty runoff down a storm drain.
…it is by our actions that we are destroyed or saved. The choice is ours.
Always seek justice, but love only mercy. To love justice and hate mercy is but a doorway to more injustice.
This place is Hell’s waiting room.