Poetic Justice Quotes Poems Novels & Stories

"This fire of justice in your eyes Stalker, It makes me wish to burn all the penal codes of my country in mundane." ................................................... The voice of justice is louder than thousand lies of fame. Just like silence can kill a heart without a mere prick of pain. ....................................................

I ask, my tone shifting from flippant to serious, “What do you think this is going to accomplish? You’ve taken me, and for what? Revenge?” He steps closer, and I can see the anger simmering beneath his surface, “You have no idea what I’ve sacrificed for this,” he snapped, “You and your husband thought you could ruin my life, but now it’s my turn to take something from you. It’s poetic justice, don’t you think?” “Poetic justice?” I scoff, rolling my eyes, “You really think this is going to fix anything? You’ll just end up losing everything you’ve ever cared about. You can’t possibly believe this will end well for you.”

Know that your actions won't go unnoticed, unmarked, Justice shall find you, in shadows, lurking dark. Behold, insolent ones, the weight of your misdeeds, In this watery domain, the consequences proceed. Face the fury of my judgment, the price you must pay, For I am the Guardian of Retribution, and justice shall have its way."

she whispered to the dark. “Because I will not choose cruelty.” A pause. “But I will choose justice.”

Her words filled me with encouragement but there was a question that was nagging me "Isn't it wrong to have a feeling of revenge??" She shook her head, caressing my cheek tenderly, it’s felt so motherly. “Taking revenge and taking justice for yourself are two different things, I told you to take justice for yourself and not revenge because the fire of revenge is blind, it does not understand the difference between right and wrong but justice did.” She got up and moved away little.

To Pfauen's tolerance, she felt a little guilty, replying: "Mine." "Reason?" "You think you're just playing, but how many tears does it cost to others, is that fair?" Pfauen tenderly stroked her hair, lent her a firm shoulder, like pampering a sad child, gently saying: “Justice! Only suffering proves there is joy. There is no eternal joy, nor ultimate suffering, that is fate…”

The stars that decorate the darkness of the sky will also shine. "Revenge is not the solution," I said. "There is no justice here unless you are rich and can afford to pay the right people to get your case through." "That... fuck that fact.” We sighed at the same time, both fed up with the fact that so many people have been victimized all over the world. Only if there is fairness in this world, justice would prevail. There is no case. Only the rich and powerful can achieve those.

Was it because they are ought not to create any mistake? But then as I stared at her, she wasn’t that splendid and loved either, but she too was suffering from her wickedness. It is not just the most grand who’s suffering from unwanted choices. “Punishment,” I finally replied after a long pause, “Those who seek evil are doomed to be sentenced to maintain what is ought to abound this world.” “Hypocrite, you have all the strength to kill me, but you didn’t. I wonder if every dragon’s sense of justice is as broken as yours.”

Le monde quand tout va bien le monde quand tout va mal. L'instant humain raisonne sous l'effet d'un flet Quand le vent nous balance au tréfonds de l'existence humaine on se demande ce que signifie la justice. Pas de mot, justice sans parole on s'y accroche. D'aucuns se Craponne à son coup tiran la corde ramenant la barque dans leur direction. Justice sans raison on peut se justifier. Pas de preuve. Pourtant tout part des preuves. La preuve est là rançon du droit dit-on.

At least my bra matches my underwear. “Small victories.” Justice giggles. “I’ll take every one I can get.” I smile back at her. “That sofa is calling my name. Can you hear it?” “Furniture doesn’t speak unless it’s enchanted.” She sounds confused. “It’s a figure of speech.” I roll my eyes. “It means I can’t wait to lie down.” “Oh. Yes. I could use some rest as well.” “How old are you again, Justice?” “Older than the invention of cars, younger than the advent of curious girls who ask intrusive questions.” Her tone is warm and inviting, but her words are snarky.