Revenge Tastes Sweet Quotes

It does little good to regret a choice. So often people say, “If only I had known,” implying they would’ve acted differently in a given situation. It is true that desires of the moment can blind one’s sight of the future. Revenge is not as sweet as the adage claims. Yet who could pass a chance to taste it? And if the chance were allowed to slip by, would the fool regret his lack of action? 

She'd said that revenge was not sweet, that it was bloody. She was wrong. It *was* sweet. For one fleeting, glorious moment you felt incredible satisfaction. Then it was gone, empty, and you had to go on living. The power high that filled me with her light had faded, and all I tasted now were bitter ashes.

You taste like mine.

Revenge. Sweet lasting revenge. And now it was time for all of us to get a taste.

Revenge has a strange taste, not sweet, nor nasty, just unpalatable, like prison food.

revenge is only sweet to those whom rancor have distorted their taste.

Plenty of people like to bray and moan about how revenge will just leave you feeling more empty inside, and retribution will only lead to more suffering. You know what? Screw ’em. Sometimes nothing tastes better than a nice meaty serving of petty vengeance.

Why, oh why, do you hide in shadows? As a venomous viper you lurk in dark corners. Waiting, waiting, waiting to spew your hate. cantankerous you are though you haven't a clue. Spread, spread, spreading over beauty like a poisonous cloak. At your touch the day is dark. At your touch the dark is death. Dying, dying, dying, all light is gone, made ash of simmering sulfur no more to see the day, the dawn. Do we partake of your deceit or do we despise? Your lies, your lies, I will outlive your lies, and once again color this world in truth. Pure, so sweet, the taste of revenge. Be cursed evil shroud for the dark never wins.

We lunged for each other at the same time and collided, crazy with need and starving for a taste. Warnings and alarms wailed in my mind, but I shut them down. Screw it. I wanted him. He found my mouth. The thrust of his tongue against mine made my head spin. He tasted like heaven. I kissed him back, nipping, licking, melting against him. It felt so good . . . His lips traced a fiery line from my mouth to the corner of my jaw and down my neck. My whole body sang in warm liquid triumph. His voice was a ragged whisper in my ear. “Only if you want to . . . Say no, and I’ll stop.” “No,” I whispered to see if he would do it. Curran pulled back. His eyes were pure need, raw and barely under control. He swallowed. “Okay.” It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I reached for him and slid my hand up his chest, feeling the taut muscle. He caught my hand and kissed my palm gently. Heated, tightly controlled want shone in his eyes. I pulled my fingers free, pushed from the wall, and kissed his throat just under the jaw. This was bliss. There was no hope for me. He growled, closing his eyes. “What are you doing?” “Pulling on Death’s whiskers,” I murmured, letting my tongue play over his skin, rough with stubble. He smelled divine, clean and male. My hands slid up his biceps. His muscles tensed under the light pressure of my fingers. He was trying very, very hard to stand still and I almost laughed. All those times when he’d called me “baby” . . . Revenge was sweet. “Is that a yes or a no?” he asked. I slid against him and nipped his bottom lip. “I’ll take it as a yes.” The steel muscles of his arms flexed under my hands. He grabbed me, hoisted me up onto him, and kissed me, thrusting into my mouth with his tongue in a hot, slick rhythm, greedy and eager. I threw my arms around his neck. His right hand grasped my hair, his left cupped my butt and pushed me closer against him, his erection a hard, hot length across my lap. Finally— “Let me in,” Derek growled at the door. Go away. The guard said something. Curran’s hand found my breast and caressed the nipple, sending an electric shock through my skin, threatening to melt me . . . “Yes,” Derek snarled. “I’m a member of the damn team. Ask them.” “Curran,” I whispered. “Curran!” He snarled and kept going. The door swung open. I hit him on the back of the neck. He submerged. Help. I’ve drowned the Beast Lord.

Some say revenge is sweet, but I differ with that assessment. Revenge has a slow pungent flavor; it builds up from the deepest bitterness. It requires time for its stale taste to wither and evolve into a richer palatable savor. And once acquired, its pleasant aftertaste turns ineludible, enticing, as its pure succulence enfolds and blinds our senses into begging for more…

I never felt my power like that, it was cold, sweet, and swift. It was the taste of revenge. An awful taste.

The blood of revenge tastes oh so sweet, it is addictive to the mind and toxic to the soul...

said to expect such thoughts when I returned home, and that those thoughts would fade with time. I sure hoped she was right. I still had a shock every time I looked in the mirror, a pleasant shock mind you, but nevertheless a shock. Even though my life had immeasurably changed for the better, I was still having trouble coming to terms with the change itself. I had been told time and time again that this was normal, but that didn’t make it any easier to experience. I suppose I had been depressed before the accident. I looked around my cottage, surprised that this had been my taste. The curtains were hideous, and everything was dark. I suppose I had been trying to hide away from the world. Still, my job wouldn’t have helped. I had been the marketing manager for a local small art gallery. The boss had been a screaming banshee, and that was a polite description for her. She had been impossible to deal with and had a regular staff turnover. I had been there years longer than any other employee. Looking back, I wondered how I had taken her verbal abuse and yelling for years, but I suppose I had been used to being bullied since school. I shook myself. That was all behind me now, and my only connection with that was a desire to work in some way to help people who had been bullied. There was altogether way too much bullying in the world. Now I had enough money to buy a nice place, but first things first. I was going to concentrate on starting my business. I would simply buy some bright new cushions to make the place look a little better and make sure all the curtains were open. I’d buy some nice smelling incense and an oil burner, and burn lavender oil. I was craving nice fragrances, after being accustomed to the antiseptic smell of the hospital, a smell I am sure I will never forget.

The nasty taste of sweet revenge. from The Hunters Game Vella

Fuck, Carrie, you feel so good. Your body rocking against mine like that… your nails digging into my skin… your sweet taste still on my tongue.” My eyes roll back in pleasure as I visualize tasting her: salty, sweet, and all mine.

She tastes like heaven and hell, sweetness mixed with a tangy bite that makes me want more.

I’m not bitter for they are telling me I am HISTORY You wouldn’t be bitter if you are HISTORY any of you A MAN would not be bitter if entering History! nor should a WOMAN Break my heart, better than break my nose (you bastards) Revenge is SWEET (& I need to acquire that taste)

Revenge isn’t as sweet as you think, and it leaves a bad taste in your mouth

Revenge might be sweet and although friendship might be sweeter, once you find true love you will tast the sweetest thing life has to offer

Revenge might be sweet and although friendship might be sweeter, once you find true love you will taste the sweetest thing life has to offer

I know you're not familiar with what a real restaurant is like, but the front door isn't usually located in the alley," she snapped. He clicked his tongue before responding. "See, for a moment I was wondering if I'd made a mistake coming here. But I'd hate to miss this witty repartee." "It's not repartee if I'm the only one with wit." She straightened, like one of those exotic birds she'd seen in an episode of Planet Earth when they wanted to intimidate predators. "Why do you look like an extra from SVU?" Leo pulled down the hood and took off his sunglasses. "Did you know there are paparazzi outside your restaurant? I'm surprised they're willing to drive this far east." He shook his head to himself. "Why have a restaurant in Silver Lake? It's like the Brooklyn of LA . Shouldn't you be in West Hollywood, where the real money is?" "If I'd known there was a portal from hell located so close by I would've reconsidered the location." Less than a minute in Leo's presence, and she'd slipped back into insult mode as easily as popping dark chocolate into her mouth. The taste of knocking him down a peg was as sweet as always.

I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Princess. If only I knew revenge would taste this fucking sweet, I might have come for you earlier.

Since the picture is supposedly PG..." "How do you even know there is a picture?" "Are you going to share it or leave it to my imagination?" With a petty smirk, Alisha said, "I'll take door number two." "Oh, girl, c'mon." "Nuh-uh, nope. You took the wrong approach." Alisha kept the phone pressed to her chest. "Maybe one day you'll learn: shock and awe can't win every campaign.

The sun was about to set in Jerusalem, and as dusk approached, Dragan hid in the back alley of Davit’s dingy office. The air was thick from the humidity of the day, and Dragan could taste the sweet blood of revenge.

And now I’m kissing Justin Morris. For real. Justin’s tongue slides against mine. He tastes faintly of the coffee from his dessert, but mostly, he tastes exactly how Justin should taste—sweet, real, and devastating.