Fyodor Dostoevsky Quotes

Let my enemies devour each other.

Is there any way we can screw him?

Eyes watching always Shadows in shadows they wait A black feather falls First accepted, loved Then betrayed-spit in the face Vengeance sweet like dots.

Evil. Mistrust those who rejoice at it even more than those who do it.

I hope to outlive my enemies.

Does my character hate Bree? Well, let's just put it this way. Bree hasn't seen the last of me. I gave that drunk gal a ride home a few episodes ago and she turned on me!

Despise your enemy and you will soon be beaten.

He who makes another powerful ruins himself.

A good servant makes a bad enemy

You are a den of vipers and thieves ... by the eternal God, I will rout you out.

I don't like the word 'revenge' so much in football.

General Biassou is a simple, vulnerable man without much knowledge, and he is easily led astray by the scoundrels surrounding him. He has sworn eternal hatred for me, and for some time now, he has been trying to destroy me using whatever means he can.

The best laid plot can injure its maker, and often a man's perfidy will rebound on himself.

No husband will ever be better avenged than by his wife's lover.

Betrayal betrays the betrayer.

Sighing, she gave a brief nod. “I was supposed to win. I was supposed to finish you off. They never counted on you winning. And then you didn’t kill me. It was awful.” “You’re welcome,” I said, feeling fresh anger ignite. “I’ll try not to humiliate you by letting you live next time.” (Max II to Max)

Let’s just say I understand betrayal. And having been where he is, I know the explosion to come. Trust me. ‘Duck’ won’t quite cover it. (Sin)

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

I'm a good friend, but I'm a hell of an enemy. As your enemy, I want your demise. When I feel that in my heart it burns till I die.

Slander is the revenge of a coward, and dissimulation of his defense.

You should have taken me with you," I whisper to him. Then I lean my head against his and begin to cry. In my mind, I make a silent promise to my brother's killer. I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and steal to find you, tempt you out of your hiding place, and chase you until you have nowhere else to run. I make you this promise: your life is mine.

I don't spend my hours plotting for somebody else's downfall.

If we aim deliberately at the impoverishment of Central Europe, vengeance, I dare predict, will not limp.

Accounts are not quite settled between us," said she, with a passion that equaled my own. "I can love, and I can hate. You had your choice. You chose to spurn the first; now you must test the other.

In spite of the fact that the law of revenge solves no social problems, men continue to follow its disastrous leading. History is cluttered with the wreckage of nations and individuals that pursued this self-defeating path.