Poetic Justice Quotes Poems Novels & Stories

“What do you think Justice is?” Yuri blinked at the odd question. “Justice…” she muttered, looking away from Kenji, and at the bulls-eye target. She didn’t finish her sentence. Justice doesn’t exist. “If revenge is called Justice, then that Justice breeds yet more revenge, and becomes a chain of hatred.” Kenji stated, eyeing Yuri who stiffened a little. He sighed. “Everyone have their own reasons for being in Hati, Yuri. You have your own reasons. I have my own reasons. Everyone does. But it isn’t good to allow vengeance to rule your life. It’ll consume you.”

This was justice. My justice. Out of nowhere, my whisper cut through the silence - rough, low, yet thick with a strange kind of win. The walls gave nothing back, just air, stillness, listening. A quiet victory sat heavy on the sound, ugly and full. “If I can’t have him, no one will.” That little thing sat heavy in my palm. Not much to look at, true. Yet filled with poison strong enough to tear down every last piece of their work. One final bomb.

I then looked at him with a faint and bitter smile. "Why life is so unfair?" I asked him all of a sudden. "Why poor people can not get the justice they want? While the wealthy can get their thing well but in a dirty way. I do not know but, this system is so unfair and cruel." He was hesitant to agree but in the end, he added my sentence. "That is the cycle. But at the end of the time, you get what you deserve. There is a right time for everything, Tal." "When is the right time?" I shook my head and looked down. "I am slowly losing my hope to bring the person who killed my parents to jail. Killers deserve to rot in hell."

“Why are you doing this? Why betray your own blood?” He paused, his amber eyes gleaming in the darkness, unwavering. “Betrayal isn’t the right word, Juliette,” he said. “You don’t understand. You’ve only seen pieces of the puzzle, pieces I’ve been forced to hold. Everything I’ve done—everything you think is against you—it’s not about hatred. It’s about justice. About what should have been ours.”

“But I am not done with you, child. You have not reached your end. I can see your heart. It screams with longing. You seek not only life but also justice. You burn for something greater. You desire vengeance, fierce and unyielding, and it will not rest.” Her words pulled at every corner of my being. My breath came in gasps. My chest rose and fell rapidly as flashes of betrayal, rejection, and loss tore through my mind. She was right. A fire raged inside me, stronger than the dagger that had pierced me, stronger than the death that had tried to claim me. I yearned to live. I yearned for justice. “And that you shall have.” The light around me trembled, as if the whole place had been struck. Th

I asserted, my voice devoid of sentiment, each syllable carrying the weight of past injustices. But Diyo attempted to break through the impenetrable fortress of my resolve. His protestations were feeble, his words an attempt to pierce the armor of my vengeance. "You've become blinded by revenge," he remarked, his voice heavy with a plea for reason, a plea that fell upon the deaf ears of a man consumed by the flames of retribution.

"Exactly, Amber. It's poetic justice, a way for you to level the playing field and make them experience a fraction of the pain they caused you." I looked at Sebastian, his eyes ablaze with conviction, I felt a renewed surge of determination coursing through my veins. The path of revenge I had embarked on was no longer just a means to an end—it was a web of intricately woven plans, a calculated dance of manipulation and redemption.

“I think you are a traitor. A liar. And—” Her lower lip trembles as I tower over her. ‘Punishment is not justice, restoration is,’ Tess says to me through the mind-link. One of Father’s favorite quotes. If I follow my heart, call to Cristofer, even kill Nessa myself where she kneels, he would be humiliated. Disappointed. I swallow hard. “And the fact that you want to be better must always hold meaning,” I say through gritted teeth. Tess exhales sharply. So does Nessa.

It would be wiser to use facts to crush the lies. Alex secretly made up his mind, took a deep breath, got up, and said to Junette, "I'll give you three sentences. The first one is God is watching us, so everyone can be their own judge of fairness. The second phrase is persisting in injustice will only bring you doom. The third is all evil deeds will be exposed sooner or later...that’s all I have to say, so take care of yourself."

Musa was engrossed in her while she was deeply engrossed in other thoughts . Musa broke the silence and started to recite a poem "Just like every day the sun dies for the moon,for the moon to live it's important for the sun to die, Just like that, you are important to me! Kiara continued the poem lost in her thoughts ,,"Look at the moon, how beautiful it is, He has scars but still he is the pride of the sky!" Musa said further holding her tightly In his embrace ,"The moon light is important for the moon,