An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.

It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.

My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!

The blade of revenge cuts twice.

Men who do not forgive women their little faults will never enjoy their great virtues.

Forgiveness means it finally becomes unimportant that you hit back.