A society built upon a foundation of vengeance is a society doomed to destroy itself.
Richelle E. GoodrichMots clés society retaliation revenge retribution vengeance foundation richelle richelle-goodrich avenging reprisal
Many myths and religions have some kind of threat of retribution from their god or gods, and their doctrines warn of the dangers of doing various forbidden things. Why? Because memes involving danger are the ones we pay attention to! As oral traditions developed, our brains were set up to amplify the dangers and give them greater significance than the rest.
Richard BrodieMots clés religion myth indoctrination retribution memes
Since governments take the right of death over their people, it is not astonishing if the people should sometimes take the right of death over governments."
[On Water]
Mots clés people punishment government retribution death-penalty uprising revolutions revolts
It's easier to fall back into the same old patterns of hate and retribution, because at least then we're doing something.
Dan WellsMots clés hate retribution
To punish someone for your own mistakes or for the consequences of your own actions, to harm another by shifting blame that is rightly yours; this is a wretched and cowardly sin.
Richelle E. GoodrichMots clés revenge punishment retribution vengeance blame censure richelle criticize richelle-goodrich get-even implicate slur
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was covered in blood.
The second thing I noticed was that this didn’t bother me the way it should have.
I didn’t feel the urge to scream or speak, to beg for help, or even to wonder where I was. Those instincts were dead, and I was calm as my wet fingers slid up the tiled wall, groping for a light switch. I found one without even having to stand. Four lights slammed on above me, one after the other, illuminating the dead body on the floor just a few feet away.
My mind processed the facts first. Male. Heavy. He was lying face down in a wide, red puddle that spread out from beneath him. The tips of his curly black hair were wet with it. There was something in his hand.
The fluorescent lights in the white room flickered and buzzed and hummed. I moved to get a better view of the body. His eyes were closed. He could have been asleep, really, if it weren’t for the blood. There was so much of it. And by one of his hands it was smeared into a weird pattern.
No. Not a pattern. Words.
PLAY ME.
My gaze flicked to his hand. His fist was curled around a small tape recorder. I moved his fingers—still warm—and pressed play. A male voice started to speak.
"Do I have your attention?" the voice said.
I knew that voice. But I couldn’t believe I was hearing it.
Mots clés retribution mara-dyer the-retribution-of-mara-dyer
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